I’m slowly drifting away, while other waves try to sink me deeper. There’s a strange mixture of numbness, fear and a constant state of consciousness that continuously drive a battle inside my mind. My shine has long faded but I still try to reach out for that small drop of faith, and every time I get lost in the same maze.
There’s not much fighting as long as you obey the rules..
But I don’t. Although there are so many things standing in the way of what I believe in, I’m not ready to give up. If I do, there’s nothing left to live for, anyway.
-You’re not a princess and there’s no prince charming coming to save you. All this fairytale routine has badly degenerated long before our days-
So why drink the poison when the other will throw it away and find another life? Why drown for the things you believe in if their proof has no importance? It’s all too much effort, and, between us, I’ve done it too many times, and now I’m standing in the cold with a soaked dress and venomous lips. This is maybe how the good girls go bad.
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Even if there’s no prince charming you’ll always be a princess in my kingdom. Your lips are not venomous, they’re poison, better than poison.If I could only choose my way of death..
Good girls can go bad, but with good souls…well that’s another story.
One more thing you should remember :
What do stars do?
thank you, but I’m no star
You should’ve borrowed the quote from my blast.
If you go bad, a star will fall from the sky. And the sky is so dark already…