Who was that girl who used to talk to me
when I tried hard to get some sleep?
Maybe it was me who wanted to tell
anything, I'm sure it wasn't a tale.
Why is this my fairy tale if there's no fairy?
I asked a thousand wishes to the heavens,
but here's always horny hot, more than hell,
but I'm not an angel who fell from the top,
I'm just nobody who needs to bite your apple.
Who was that girl who used to look at me
across the broken and dirty mirror?
Maybe it was me who wanted to fuck
the monsters inside of my head away.
Not a happy ending one for sure,
I'm always saying a lot of shit,
that silence must be filled, cutie,
no matter if they're lies or we're liars.