Cut myself on angel's hair and baby's breath
.
And if you have to leave me, I wish that you would just leave me.

It never was and never will be, your not real and you can't save me.

She'll come back as fire, to burn all the liars, and leave a blanket of ash on the ground.

A fairytale I purchased on my own.

Because;

God doesn't want me for a sunbeam.
- posted by Catherine @ 6/01/2004 04:09:00 PM