It's only...

Who are those little girls in pain
just trapped in castle of dark side of moon
twelve of them shining bright in pain
like flowers that blossom just once in years
they're dancing in the shadows like whispers of love
just dreaming of place where they're free as doves
they've never been allowed to love in this cursed cage
it's only the fairytale they believe.

It so applies to me, i'm just dragging this fairytale on and on. I need something to tell me, i'm wrong, i need to stop this before i get hurt. Even more that is.

Such a vicious cycle! Suddenly i'm given holidays and it's like. wtf? i don't know what to do!!!! rawrrrrr :| apart from the wining at the wine hut the past few days. and uhh MoS. danngggggg i am a no lifer. hur hur hur!