Embers of hope spark within my heart, Daring to wish for a semblance of change Yet again, my expectations are extinguished As quickly as they came to fruition, A withering flame trying desperately to maintain life
The queen demands perfection In her kingdom of beautiful red roses
Staring in the mirror, Sunken eyes, hollow smile. Gazing ahead, Only a ghost looks back.
Tell me, show me, Something truly sincere "I'm sorry," doesn't mean anything To me anymore
Innocence shed in the bleak realization Of a night without end