Wallflower

Half moon. Stars are dead -- the ball has started.

She saw a prince so handsome, well-rounded.

A girl of nine, she's too fecund. She thought,

"This man is all I ever dreamed about."

From a distance she thought that she could reach

A man like him who's so awesome, so rich.

She's not even in the midst of daydream,

When a kindred told her, "Wake up, YOU WISH!"

You wish... and I told me,

You wish...

Looking at her figure in a mirror,

Wishing herself to be gey prettier.

Better prettier indeed, she can be.

Well then though, she was pretty, isn't she?

Oh why some say, "Too much flaw you possessed!"?

Why plague her mind, whores? SHE CAN BE THE BEST!

But her heart was never anaesthetized

From pains of stinging words you emphasized.

Her world...

HE'LL SURELY PULVERIZE!

A lady she become -- shrewd; empirical.

Her life alone become theatrical.

The curtain was never closed for memoirs

Of that prince she knew she could not despise.

In her dreams they were dancing in the night

With no one else to ruin her night.

Yes it's true -- How ironic life can be.

When I saw him standing, smiling at me...

And by the crowd...

HE'S MOCKING ME!

Hanging in the surface; stripped, wretched lass.

She said, "This should be the first and the last."

She torn her clothes and burned them, she's undressed.

Her tears were blue - She's ashamed of herself!

Blaming the astute lady in the mirror,

Hitting her 'til she's broken on the floor.

Let her hair in the hands of the scissor,

Cut them short to prove them her temper's short.

I cannot bring it to the court.

Full moon: Crows were flying; wolves were howling.

Somewhere in the dark, someone is crying.

He screams for torment, but it's not ending.

Pleads for his life, but no help is coming.

Frozen hands strangling his pale, bleeding neck.

Knives peeling him From skin to flesh... To death.

You prince couldn't make it 'til dawn...

Cause she'd lost her mind since you let her down!

And now you'll die... SHE'LL BRING YOU DOWN!