Lost inside of a fairytale
Can't seem to find my way out of this maze
My heart is beating fast
Losing track of the mirror of my past reflection
And the roses are no longer the same color of my red lips of blush
But they have grown blue because that is the scene that sets my mood
The blue eyes have come to great the blue sky of the sunshine.
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Lost inside of a fairytale
PoetryLost inside of a fairytale Can't seem to find my way out of this maze My heart is beating fast Losing track of the mirror of my past reflection And the roses are no longer the same color of my red lips of blush But they have grown blue because...
