Blame it on the unicorn that my poor heart is dead
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Faeries fly, princesses sigh,
but my fire's no longer fed
Because my dear, the world has teeth, my fantasies betray me.
My soul does bleed and in my need prince charming's love it slays me.
and no one saves me from the tower that I myself have have made,
so I sit alone, so far from home
in midnight's deadly shade
I push ahead, I carry on, though how I'll never know
and the moon above it shows its love
in darkness strange and slow.
you block the joy, you block the pain the two are joined together,
lose the one and you have none
your soul it turns to leather
and the world goes on, no one knows, one less heart's aflame.
and now i'll go, because you know
the unicorn's to blame.