I wish i could write you a melody so sweet
that would separate the chaff from your wheat
but every grain of you is so perfect it's pointless

I will hide the sun up under your ground
so that you hear the baying of my hounds
but they aren't howling, they're hiding

I might raise you up to your rightful thrown
but sitting that high you may end up alone
there's no reason to worry,you won't be

happily ever after the storyteller said with a sigh
but that's about as true as the falling of the sky
when the story is finally done it's just finished

you have no time to fret for mistakes you made
seeds you planted or the beds inwhich you laid
no point to ponder or worry,it'd be worthless

you'll scratch at dirt from the bottom of your grave
trying to rescue lost dreams you couldn't save 
you can't find the light if you keep sinking

Maybe I'll come along, decide to save you again
I just can't help but to be your only true friend
It is all due to the scenes you make them suffer

Now on the surface the day begins to break
upon your sweet smile that is so utterly fake
it makes me cringe that you never have cried