They are a fairytale
But he isn't a dashing prince
He's a charming monster
Here to steal her heart.
Maybe she can't love
She thinks she can't love
Her soul has been broken
Some things, you don't fix.
He's a smirking monster
Who always plays the right dice
Walking in a living dystopia
Card after card, win after win.
Love is before power
Power is before love
She used different rules
To play the same game.
Walking a tightrope
One wrong step, you're gone
Nobody can find out
Nobody can know.
Chains stretch but don't break
Love grows stronger and stronger
It's a choice, choice and choose
Before you're cast out of it all.
Dependable, right over wrong
She always could tell
But trust takes years to earn
And nothing to lose.
Maybe he's not the only fallen
Maybe she is there too
Same world, same Hell
But all these different devils.
And falling, falling…
From her Earth
From family
From humanity.
But there's always someone
There to catch her
Dark Angel, Black Angel
Love is unpredictable.
So it is a weapon
Wield with precision
If you don't know
You always lose.
Who says evil is evil?
Who says good is good?
Look from far away
And it's all so, so wrong.
So betray it all
And fall, fall
With nothing left
What is there to lose?
Never ever after
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Fin.
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Look, peoples, I have been infected by a ship, one called Thaluke. But not normal Thaluke, no. Angsty, sad Thaluke. So sorry. But right now I'm on a 'ships that will never happen' craze and am traveling through Thaluke, Dramione, Tomione, Sevmione, Reylo, and especially Snily (Listen to Always by Beth Crowley on YouTube. Snily feeeelllls). In case you can't tell, I'm a bad boy/good girl sucker.
Hopefully, this will end. In the meantime, if you enjoy Thaluke you may want to subscribe…. :)