You become a myth in my fairy tale story that i soon start to forget , A mythical person you become and a poetry i prefer , And that name make my blood drops scream . You left me alone in the path of wonderland tearing the map , and i stood there hoping that you will come back someday .
And i curse when love come close and her words was slowing stoping my heart and her pain was injected through my veins and , I took that as a compliment . . . .