and maybe i am the villain(ess) after all.
cause as you get left behind
with those deep dimples,
your angsty guitar solos and tortured soul,

i'm walking away with my words
oh-so-willing and shamefully relieved.
it's supposed to be --

prince charming gets the pretty lady
and she dances life away with him

-- but things got thrown off a little
in our unexpected world of
music and myth.

(well, i always told him i'd break his heart.)