Fairest
Who is the fairest.
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Who is the fairest.
Your eyes are glowing red, burning like fire, I can see down deep into your soul, I can see what you desire, you hate yourself so much, you can't face another day, I want to be the one that saves...
Oh no, here we go. You don't want to let me go. Try to put me in your puppet show. My distaste for you will overflow. Tick tock. Borrowed time. Both our stars are misaligned.
I remember there was mist, swirling mist upon a vast, glossy lake. There were candles all around and on the lake there was a boat. And in the boat there was a man. Who was that shape in the shadows.
Part five Protected Steps out his house Has look about Things look so normal But insides there's still doubts Is it his world or different.
"How could you?" he asks, To the boy dressed in blue. "You took my promotion, And you'll take Tasha, too?" "I'm sorry!" he cries, "What more do you want. The guilt that I have, Shall forever me taunt.
THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA In sleep he sang to me, In dreams he came... that voice which calls to me and speaks my name... And do I dream again.
The Phantom of the Opera was musing late one night What would really happen if he stepped into the light Would he be accepted, welcomed with open arms Would Christine still be there, her beauty,...
Im confused, I dont understand, You said that you loved me, You asked for my hand. You got my fathers blessing, It was all aranged. But for some reason you've gone a bit strange.
She's the star of the show queen of the stage, trapping all who are in audience range Everyone to play a part she plays hers so well, so good in fact hardly anyone can tell That's she is split in...
Her royal Highness, Princess Leila of house Halmeuth, gazed wistfully as the raindrops fell across the glass scattering the coloured design into a boastful array of beauty. In disgust she turned away.
I found myself in an alleyway. Dark, wet and cold. At the far end of the alleyway lie bright lights, cars and food. Well, I think so. Slowly, I hauled myself up and headed that way.
So cold and so alone, Perched upon my throne. No one to relate to now, Nobody to tell me how. The crowned king of nowhere, And my people do not care. Though on my throne I sit, I'm ruling over shit.
I saw you, the dark damsel in distress, I came riding in, and cleaned up your mess. High on my donkey, flying on clouds. Your rescuing doctor, here to arouse.
Okay what wrong with me. Seriously doctor just tell me whats wrong with me. 'I'm sorry my dear lady but you seem to be crazy' Doctor what do you mean can't you save me. What is wrong with me.
Love struck. Hit so hard. A stroke of luck. Let me feel. She's dry as stone. Makes me feel all alone. Desperate for a reaction. Want her to feel something. She feels nothing. Cold as a corpse.
Water droplets drip down her naked body, crashing to the ground. The warm air surrounding her perfect structure thickening by every breath she makes.
Daddy, why's your face all wet and red. Why's there blood under Mummy's nails. The screaming woke Teddy up And made him a-scared and pale. Who wished Death into the house And the other to Jesus' keep.
Ok, here me out... My idea for a film is about a boy/man who is walking down the road one day when suddenly he sees an old friend of his, naked in a bush.
Her hair flows with the soft wind. I call her name out but she doesn't turn back. I hear the waves roaring louder and louder as she takes every step. The waves seem hungry, hungry for warm human...
I stood there, staring at the sparkling waves under the moonlit sky. I was alone - I was always alone. I felt so.....empty.
They didn't know she was bleeding inside, It was unclear why she was crying: It happened so suddenly - no time for mourning, And then she told she was dying.
Behind a mask of happiness You strut; Creating the "ideal" person: A "living" picture. The supposed pinnacle of elegance, and perfection.
Please drive carefully through the village. 30 miles per hour. Don't hurry. Look out for your fellow man.