In the crowded room,
Smells like cheap parfume,
The smoke lingers on me now,
You'll probally on youre flight,
Back to youre home,
Youre bed,
We had a fairytale,
But fairytales dont always have happy endings no no,
We stared in there,
Gasping warm voughed up air,
Stepping on toes and dirt,
It might have been more then a flirt,
But flirts dont always lead us somewhere special do they?
More like a black and white kind of grey,
Of grey...
Fairytales dont always have a happy ending do they,
And movies dont always turn out how you expect them too,
Life never works out just the way you planned,
Dont it?
Dont they?
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