when I would walk alone,
Feel the winds kiss on my lips,
I'd think of home,
And how it was never like this,
Never in peace,
Or serenity,
Always in hate,
And misery,
But now I look back through,
The tears and the fights,
To find I was there,
For my entire life,
The pages of this book never end,
There burnt and stained,
With a mach and a pen,
This is a fairy tail gone wrong,
There's no princess singing a song,
In the end this is how it will be,
My life is just a bad story