Texty: The Birthday Massacre. Kill The Lights.

This story's missing a wishing well
No mirror to show and tell
No kiss that can break the spell
I'm falling asleep

Every Prince is a fantasy
The witch is inside of me
Her poison will wash away the memory

We kill the lights
And put on a show
It's all a lie
But you'd never know
The star will shine
And then it will fall
And you will forget it all

And after midnight
We're all the same
No glass shoe to bring us fame
Nobody to take the blame
We're falling apart

Every story's a waiting game
A flower for every name
Their colors are filling you
With falling rain

We kill the lights
And put on a show
It's all a lie
But you'd never know
The star will shine
And then it will fall
And you will forget it all

Now you know it's so much better to pretend
There's something waiting for you here
Every letter that you wrote
Has found its way to me my dear
You can make believe that what you say
Is what I want to hear

I'll keep dancing through this beautiful,
delusional career.
Faking every tear
Looking like a comprimise suicide
Keeping all my dreams alive