She lives in a fairy tale
Sonya hates to admit it but she hates the world she lives in. She doesn't want to be fighting bad guys anymore. She wants to dance around. She wants to play with her dollies. She wants to be a princess. She wants to find her prince. But she doesn't think it's going to happen any time soon. And she's not okay with that.
Somewhere to far for us to find
When Sonya is in her dream world nobody can snap her out of it. Not even Lee. Her sector always wanted to know what she thought about when she was in those little daydreams that seemed to last for hours. They couldn't see the large white castle that she lived in. They couldn't see the pretty gowns she wore. They could not see her prince. A prince that looked incredibly similar to someone so close to her. Yet the people who cared for her deeply would never be able to look at Sonya's dreamland. And she liked it that way.
Forgotten the taste and smell
Of the world that she's left behind
In her own land she needed nothing. She had everything she would ever need at her fingertips. What was the need to go back? There was none. Except for him. And he was sometimes the only reason she woke up at all.
It's all about the exposure the lens I told her
The angles were all wrong now
Sonya wished she had a guardian angle to watch over her. To tell her what was wrong and what was right. But even in her own world Sonya could not see things correctly. No matter how hard she tried.
She's ripping wings off of butterflies
She never had a sadistic thought before. Never. But maybe her dreamland was making her mind do funny things because she couldn't stop the urge to tear at the wings of the monarch that was floating by. Although she wished she could.
Keep your feet on the ground
When your heads in the clouds
Sometimes only her mind was in the dream world. Sometimes she was able to keep a strong grip on reality. But those times were occurring less and less. And sometimes that made her worried. But most of the time she couldn't give a damn.
Well go get a shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
Wouldn't it be nice to make it stop? To forget about her dream world and live life how she used to. She wished she could just get rid of it and throw it away. But Sonya didn't wish hard enough.
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Ba da ba ba da ba ba da
The once perfect castle in her dream world was fading away quickly. The once shiny white stones that made up the castle were turing into a ding gray. The stallions that escorted her everywhere were becoming sickly and the pretty rose garden she had was wilting away. It reminded her of herself.
So one day he found her crying
Coiled up on the dirty ground
Her prince finally came to save her
And the rest you can figure out
Lee found her once. He found her in her room, curled up next to many Rainbow Monkeys that had once been bright with newness. Yet now they were dirty and grungy and the room he was in did not remind him of Sonya. It reminded him of someone else he did not know. And he hated it. But he
stayed because Sonya was his everything. But her fairytale prince was not like that at all.
But it was a trick
And the clock struck twelve
Her prince in dreamland was not a real prince. He was someone that was a cross between her real prince and the man she hated. Why had her father invaded her safe place? Why was it a nightmare land and not a dreamland like it used to be?
Well make sure to build your home brick by boring brick
or the wolf's gonna blow it down
She had to leave her castle. It was no longer safe. The King was unhappy and so was everybody else. She was done for if she did not escape. So Sonya went into the woods and built her own cottage. She built it brick by boring brick.
Keep your feet on the ground
When your head's in the clouds
Well go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
She wanted the dream world gone. Sonya wanted it to disappear and never come back. But it would not go away. She had strayed to far from reality. Now there was no return.
Well you built up a world of magic
Because your real life is tragic
Yeah you built up a world of magic
Sonya only wanted the dream world for two reasons. Those adults she fought were not only doing stupid things like stealing kids' candy. They did much worse things. Things Sonya wished she could escape from and never come back. Things she wished had never happened; things she wished could be wiped from her memory. But no that was not possible. And then her own father made it even worse. Those bruises she wore on her arms and stomach could fade in time, but the memories of them hurt even more.
But if it's not real
You can't hold it in your hand
You can't feel it with your heart
And I won't believe it
That world was not a reality. It lasted shortly and she had no Lee there. Lee made her real life worth living, if only sometimes. He made her hurt beat and hands become sweaty and he made her believe she was good. He told her she was smart, and beautiful, and cool, and amazing. Nobody else in the real world did that and certainly nobody did it in her dream land.
But if it's true
You can see it with your eyes
Oh even in the dark
And that's where I want to be, yeah
She needed to come back. She wanted her reality back. She would have to deal with her problems there. Even though she did not want to do that, it was safer there then it was there. She had Lee there. Here she had nothing.
Go get your shovel
We'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Well go get your shovel
and we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
ba da ba ba da ba ba da...
ba da ba ba da ba ba da...
ba da ba ba da ba ba da...
ba da ba ba da ba ba da...
It was time to end it. The dream world had to go away. And it had to go away now. Sonya threw the last bit of dirt over her shovel and took one last look at her dream world. The greenspace and flowers were black and wilted. Nothing was alive anymore. The large castle that used to be a pure white castle was black and crumbling down. Rain poured down around her, only reminding her of the darkness and sadness that lurked here. Her old cottage was in ruins and it was dying slowly now that she was leaving. And that made her happy. So Sonya opened her eyes and faced the reality she had been running away from for so long. And for the first time ever, she was happy to be living in reality.
AN/ Okay this is Numbuh 28! What do you think? Is this to confusing? Anyway this is a songfic to Paramore's Brick By Boring Brick. Which I do not own and I also do not own KND. Okay! Leave reviews, and tell me what you think of this oneshot? Do you get the meaning? Is it deep? Is this stupid? Did it make you cry? Laugh? Whatever it did tell me in reviews okay!