Selasa, 27 Mei 2014
There were once a man and a woman who had long, in vain, wished for a child. At length it appeared that God was about to grant their desire.
These people had a little window at the back of their house from
which a splendid garden could be seen, which was full of the most beatiful flower and herbs. It was, however,
surrounded by a high wall, and no one dared to
go into it because it belonged to an enchantress, who had great power and was
dreaded by all the world.
One day the woman
was standing by this window and looking down into the garden, when she saw a
bed which was planted with the most beautiful rampion, and it looked so fresh
and green that she longed for it. She quite pined away, and began to look pale
and miserable.
Her husband was
alarmed, and asked: 'What ails you, dear wife?'
'Ah,' she replied,
'if I can't eat some of the rampion, which is in the garden behind our house, I
shall die.'
The man, who loved
her, thought: 'Sooner than let your wife die, bring her some of the rampion
yourself, let it cost what it will.'
At twilight, he
clambered down over the wall into the
garden of the enchantress, hastily clutched a handful of rampion, and took it
to his wife. She at once made herself a salad of it, and ate it greedily. It
tasted so good to her - so very good, that the next day she longed for it three
times as much as before.
If he was to have
any rest, her husband knew he must once more descend into the garden.
Therefore, in the gloom of evening, he let himself down again; but when he had
clambered down the wall he was terribly afraid, for he saw the enchantress
standing before him.
'How can you dare,'
said she with angry look, 'descend into my garden and steal my rampion like a
thief? You shall suffer for it!'
* * *
'Ah,' answered he,
'let mercy take the place of justice, I only made up my mind to do it out of
necessity. My wife saw your rampion from the window, and felt such a longing
for it that she would have died if she had not got some to eat.'
The enchantress
allowed her anger to be softened, and said to him: 'If the case be as you say,
I will allow you to take away with you as much rampion as you will, only I make
one condition, you must give me the child which your wife will bring into the
world; it shall be well treated, and I will care for it like a mother.'
The man in his
terror consented to everything.
When the woman was
brought to bed, the enchantress appeared at once, gave the child the name of
Rapunzel, and took it away with her.
Rapunzel grew into
the most beautiful child under the sun. When she was twelve years old, the
enchantress shut her into a tower in the middle of a forest. The tower had neither
stairs nor door, but near the top was a little window. When the enchantress
wanted to go in, she placed herself beneath it and cried:
'Rapunzel, Rapunzel,
Let down your hair to me.'
Rapunzel had
magnificent long hair, fine as spun gold,
and when she heard the voice of the enchantress, she unfastened her braided
tresses, wound them round one of the hooks of the window above, and then the
hair fell twenty ells down, and the enchantress climbed up by it.
After a year or two,
it came to pass that the king's son rode through the forest and passed by the tower. Then he heard a song, which was so
charming that he stood still and listened. It was Rapunzel, who in her solitude
passed her time in letting her sweet voice resound. The king's son wanted to
climb up to her, and looked for the door
of the tower, but none was to be found. He rode home, but the singing had so
deeply touched his heart, that every day he went out into the forest and
listened to it.
* * *
Once when he was
thus standing behind a tree, he saw that an enchantress came there, and he
heard how she cried:
'Rapunzel, Rapunzel,
Let down your hair to me.'
Then Rapunzel let
down the braids of her hair, and the enchantress
climbed up to her.
'If that is the
ladder by which one mounts, I too will try my fortune,' said he, and the next
day when it began to grow dark, he went to the tower
and cried:
'Rapunzel, Rapunzel,
Let down your hair to me.'
Immediately the hair
fell down and the king's son climbed up.
At first Rapunzel
was terribly frightened when a man, such as her eyes had never yet beheld, came
to her; but the king's son began to talk to her quite like a friend, and told
her that his heart had been so stirred that it had let him have no rest, and he
had been forced to see her. Then Rapunzel lost her fear, and when he asked her
if she would take him for her husband, and she saw that he was young and
handsome, she thought: 'He will love me more than old Dame Gothel does'; and
she said yes, and laid her hand in his.
She said: 'I will
willingly go away with you, but I do not know how to get down. Bring with you a
skein of silk every time that you come, and I will weave a ladder with it, and
when that is ready I will descend, and you will take me on your horse.'
They agreed that
until that time he should come to her every evening, for the old woman came by day. The enchantress remarked
nothing of this, until once Rapunzel said to her: 'Tell me, Dame Gothel, how it
happens that you are so much heavier for me to draw up than the young king's
son - he is with me in a moment.'
* * *
'Ah! you wicked
child,' cried the enchantress. 'What do I hear you say! I thought I had
separated you from all the world, and yet you have deceived me!'
In her anger she
clutched Rapunzel's beautiful tresses, wrapped them twice round her left hand,
seized a pair of scissors with the right, and snip, snap, they were cut off,
and the lovely braids lay on the ground. And she was so pitiless that she took
poor Rapunzel into a desert where she had to live in great grief and misery.
On the same day that
she cast out Rapunzel, however, the enchantress fastened the braids of hair,
which she had cut off, to the hook of the window, and when the king's son came
and cried:
'Rapunzel, Rapunzel,
Let down your hair to me.'
she let the hair
down. The king's son ascended, but instead of finding his dearest Rapunzel, he
found the enchantress, who gazed at him with wicked and venomous looks.
'Aha!' she cried
mockingly, 'you would fetch your dearest, but the beautiful bird sits no longer
singing in the nest; the cat has got it, and will scratch out your eyes as
well. Rapunzel is lost to you; you will never see her again.'
The king's son was
beside himself with pain, and in his despair he leapt down from the tower. He
escaped with his life, but the thorns into which he fell pierced his eyes.
He wandered quite
blind about the forest, ate nothing but roots and berries, and did naught but
lament and weep over the loss of his dearest wife. Thus he roamed about in
misery for some years, and at length came to the desert where Rapunzel, with
the twins to which she had given birth, a boy and a girl, lived in wretchedness. He heard a voice, and it
seemed so familiar to him that he went towards it, and when he approached,
Rapunzel knew him and fell on his neck and wept. Two of her tears wetted his
eyes and they grew clear again, and he could see with them as before. He led
her to his kingdom where he was joyfully received, and they lived for a long
time afterwards, happy and contented.
There was once a woman who wished very much to have a little child, but she could not obtain her wish. At last she went to a fairy, and said, "I should so very much like to have a little child; can you tell me where I can find one?"
"Oh, that can be easily managed," said the fairy. "Here is a barleycorn of a different kind to those which grow in the farmer's fields, and which the chickens eat; put it into a flower-pot, and see what will happen."
"Thank you," said the woman, and she gave the fairy twelve shillings, which was the price of the barleycorn. Then she went home and planted it, and immediately there grew up a large handsome flower, something like a tulip in appearance, but with its leaves tightly closed as if it were still a bud.
"It is a beatiful flower," said the woman, and she kissed the red and golden-colored leaves, and while she did so the flower opened, and she could see that it was a real tulip. Within the flower, upon the green velvet stamens, sat a very delicate and graceful little maiden. She was scarcely half as long as a thumb, and they gave her the name of "Thumbelina," or Tiny, because she was so small. A walnut-shell, elegantly polished, served her for a cradle; her bed was formed of blue violet-leaves, with a rose-leaf for a counterpane. Here she slept at night, but during the day she amused herself on a table, where the woman had placed a plateful of water. Round this plate were wreaths of flowers with their stems in the water, and upon it floated a large tulip-leaf, which served Tiny for a boat. Here the little maiden sat and rowed herself from side to side, with two oars made of white horse-hair. It really was a very pretty sight. Tiny could, also, sing so softly and sweetly that nothing like her singing had ever before been heard.
One night, while she lay in her pretty bed, a large, ugly, wet toad crept through a broken pane of glass in the window, and leaped right upon the table where Tiny lay sleeping under her rose-leaf quilt. "What a pretty little wife this would make for my son," said the toad, and she took up the walnut-shell in which little Tiny lay asleep, and jumped through the window with it into the garden.
* * *
In the swampy margin of a broad stream in the garden lived the toad, with her son. He was uglier even than his mother, and when he saw the pretty little maiden in her elegant bed, he could only cry, "Croak, croak, croak."
"Don't speak so loud, or she will wake," said the toad, "and then she might run away, for she is as light as swan's down. We will place her on one of the water-lily leaves out in the stream; it will be like an island to her, she is so light and small, and then she cannot escape; and, while she is away, we will make haste and prepare the state-room under the marsh, in which you are to live when you are married."
Far out in the stream grew a number of water-lilies, with broad green leaves, which seemed to float on the top of the water. The largest of these leaves appeared farther off than the rest, and the old toad swam out to it with the walnut-shell, in which little Tiny lay still asleep.
The tiny little creature woke very early in the morning, and began to cry bitterly when she found where she was, for she could see nothing but water on every side of the large green leaf, and no way of reaching the land.
Meanwhile the old toad was very busy under the marsh, decking her room with rushes and wild yellow flower, to make it look pretty for her new daughter-in-law. Then she swam out with her ugly son to the leaf on which she had placed poor little Tiny. She wanted to fetch the pretty bed, that she might put it in the bridal chamber to be ready for her. The old toad bowed low to her in the water, and said, "Here is my son, he will be your husband, and you will live happily in the marsh by the stream."
"Croak, croak, croak," was all her son could say for himself; so the toad took up the elegant little bed, and swam away with it, leaving Tiny all alone on the green leaf, where she sat and wept. She could not bear to think of living with the old toad, and having her ugly son for a husband.
* * *
The little fishes, who swam about in the water beneath, had seen the toad, and heard what she said, so they lifted their heads above the water to look at the little maiden. As soon as they caught sight of her, they saw she was very pretty, and it made them very sorry to think that she must go and live with the ugly toads. "No, it must never be!" So they assembled together in the water, round the green stalk which held the leaf on which the little maiden stood, and gnawed it away at the root with their teeth. Then the leaf floated down the stream, carrying Tiny far away out of reach of land.
Tiny sailed past many towns, and the little birds in the bushes saw her, and sang, "What a lovely little creature;" so the leaf swam away with her farther and farther, till it brought her to other lands.
A graceful little white butterfly constantly fluttered round her, and at last alighted on the leaf. Tiny pleased him, and she was glad of it, for now the toad could not possibly reach her, and the country through which she sailed was beautiful, and the sun shone upon the water, till it glittered like liquid gold. She took off her girdle and tied one end of it round the butterfly, and the other end of the ribbon she fastened to the leaf, which now glided on much faster than ever, taking little Tiny with it as she stood.
Presently a large cockchafer flew by; the moment he caught sight of her, he seized her round her delicate waist with his claws, and flew with her into a tree. The green leaf floated away on the brook, and the butterfly flew with it, for he was fastened to it, and could not get away.
Oh, how frightened little Tiny felt when the cockchafer flew with her to the tree! But especially was she sorry for the beautiful white butterfly which she had fastened to the leaf, for if he could not free himself he would die of hunger. But the cockchafer did not trouble himself at all about the matter. He seated himself by her side on a large green leaf, gave her some honey from the flowers to eat, and told her she was very pretty, though not in the least like a cockchafer.
* * *
After a time, all the cockchafers turned up their feelers, and said, "She has only two legs! how ugly that looks."
"She has no feelers," said another. "Her waist is quite slim. Pooh! she is like a human being."
"Oh! she is ugly," said all the lady cockchafers, although Tiny was very pretty. Then the cockchafer who had run away with her, believed all the others when they said she was ugly, and would have nothing more to say to her, and told her she might go where she liked. Then he flew down with her from the tree, and placed her on a daisy, and she wept at the thought that she was so ugly that even the cockchafers would have nothing to say to her. And all the while she was really the loveliest creature that one could imagine, and as tender and delicate as a beautiful rose-leaf.
During the whole summer poor little Tiny lived quite alone in the wide forest. She wove herself a bed with blades of grass, and hung it up under a broad leaf, to protect herself from the rain. She sucked the honey from the flowers for food, and drank the dew from their leaves every morning. So passed away the summer and the autumn, and then came the winter - the long, cold winter. All the birds who had sung to her so sweetly were flown away, and the trees and the flowers had withered. The large clover leaf under the shelter of which she had lived, was now rolled together and shrivelled up, nothing remained but a yellow withered stalk. She felt dreadfully cold, for her clothes were torn, and she was herself so frail and delicate, that poor little Tiny was nearly frozen to death.
It began to snow too; and the snow-flakes, as they fell upon her, were like a whole shovelful falling upon one of us, for we are tall, but she was only an inch high. Then she wrapped herself up in a dry leaf, but it cracked in the middle and could not keep her warm, and she shivered with cold.
* * *
Near the wood in which she had been living lay a corn-field, but the corn had been cut a long time; nothing remained but the bare dry stubble standing up out of the frozen ground. It was to her like struggling through a large wood. Oh! how she shivered with the cold.
She came at last to the door of a field-mouse, who had a little den under the corn-stubble. There dwelt the field-mouse in warmth and comfort, with a whole roomful of corn, a kitchen, and a beautiful dining room. Poor little Tiny stood before the door just like a little beggar-girl, and begged for a small piece of barley-corn, for she had been without a morsel to eat for two days.
"You poor little creature," said the field-mouse, who was really a good old field-mouse, "come into my warm room and dine with me." She was very pleased with Tiny, so she said, "You are quite welcome to stay with me all the winter, if you like; but you must keep my rooms clean and neat, and tell me stories, for I shall like to hear them very much."
And Tiny did all the field-mouse asked her, and found herself very comfortable.
"We shall have a visitor soon," said the field-mouse one day; "my neighbor pays me a visit once a week. He is better off than I am; he has large rooms, and wears a beautiful black velvet coat. If you could only have him for a husband, you would be well provided for indeed. But he is blind, so you must tell him some of your prettiest stories."
But Tiny did not feel at all interested about this neighbor, for he was a mole. However, he came and paid his visit dressed in his black velvet coat.
"He is very rich and learned, and his house is twenty times larger than mine," said the field-mouse.
He was rich and learned, no doubt, but he always spoke slightingly of the sun and the pretty flowers, because he had never seen them. Tiny was obliged to sing to him, "Lady-bird, lady-bird, fly away home," and many other pretty songs. And the mole fell in love with her because she had such a sweet voice; but he said nothing yet, for he was very cautious.
* * *
A short time before, the mole had dug a long passage under the earth, which led from the dwelling of the field-mouse to his own, and here she had permission to walk with Tiny whenever she liked. But he warned them not to be alarmed at the sight of a dead bird which lay in the passage. It was a perfect bird, with a beak and feathers, and could not have been dead long, and was lying just where the mole had made his passage. The mole took a piece of phosphorescent wood in his mouth, and it glittered like fire in the dark; then he went before them to light them through the long, dark passage. When they came to the spot where lay the dead bird, the mole pushed his broad nose through the ceiling, the earth gave way, so that there was a large hole, and the daylight shone into the passage. In the middle of the floor lay a dead swallow, his beautiful wings pulled close to his sides, his feet and his head drawn up under his feathers; the poor bird had evidently died of the cold. It made little Tiny very sad to see it, she did so love the little birds; all the summer they had sung and twittered for her so beautifully. But the mole pushed it aside with his crooked legs, and said, "He will sing no more now. How miserable it must be to be born a little bird! I am thankful that none of my children will ever be birds, for they can do nothing but cry, 'Tweet, tweet,' and always die of hunger in the winter."
"Yes, you may well say that, as a clever man!" exclaimed the field-mouse, "What is the use of his twittering, for when winter comes he must either starve or be frozen to death. Still birds are very high bred."
Tiny said nothing; but when the two others had turned their backs on the bird, she stooped down and stroked aside the soft feathers which covered the head, and kissed the closed eyelids. "Perhaps this was the one who sang to me so sweetly in the summer," she said; "and how much pleasure it gave me, you dear, pretty bird."
* * *
The mole now stopped up the hole through which the daylight shone, and then accompanied the lady home. But during the night Tiny could not sleep; so she got out of bed and wove a large, beautiful carpet of hay; then she carried it to the dead bird, and spread it over him; with some down from the flowers which she had found in the field-mouse's room. It was as soft as wool, and she spread some of it on each side of the bird, so that he might lie warmly in the cold earth.
"Farewell, you pretty little bird," said she, "farewell; thank you for your delightful singing during the summer, when all the trees were green, and the warm sun shone upon us." Then she laid her head on the bird's breast, but she was alarmed immediately, for it seemed as if something inside the bird went "thump, thump." It was the bird's heart; he was not really dead, only benumbed with the cold, and the warmth had restored him to life. In autumn, all the swallows fly away into warm countries, but if one happens to linger, the cold seizes it, it becomes frozen, and falls down as if dead; it remains where it fell, and the cold snow covers it. Tiny trembled very much; she was quite frightened, for the bird was large, a great deal larger than herself, - she was only an inch high. But she took courage, laid the wool more thickly over the poor swallow, and then took a leaf which she had used for her own counterpane, and laid it over the head of the poor bird.
The next morning she again stole out to see him. He was alive but very weak; he could only open his eyes for a moment to look at Tiny, who stood by holding a piece of decayed wood in her hand, for she had no other lantern.
"Thank you, pretty little maiden," said the sick swallow; "I have been so nicely warmed, that I shall soon regain my strength, and be able to fly about again in the warm sunshine."
* * *
"Oh," said she, "it is cold out of doors now; it snows and freezes. Stay in your warm bed; I will take care of you."
Then she brought the swallow some water in a flower-leaf, and after he had drank, he told her that he had wounded one of his wings in a thorn-bush, and could not fly as fast as the others, who were soon far away on their journey to warm countries. Then at last he had fallen to the earth, and could remember no more, nor how he came to be where she had found him.
The whole winter the swallow remained underground, and Tiny nursed him with care and love. Neither the mole nor the field-mouse knew anything about it, for they did not like swallows. Very soon the spring time came, and the sun warmed the earth. Then the swallow bade farewell to Tiny, and she opened the hole in the ceiling which the mole had made. The sun shone in upon them so beautifully, that the swallow asked her if she would go with him; she could sit on his back, he said, and he would fly away with her into the green woods. But Tiny knew it would make the field-mouse very grieved if she left her in that manner, so she said, "No, I cannot."
"Farewell, then, farewell, you good, pretty little maiden," said the swallow; and he flew out into the sunshine.
Tiny looked after him, and the tears rose in her eyes. She was very fond of the poor swallow.
"Tweet, tweet," sang the bird, as he flew out into the green woods, and Tiny felt very sad. She was not allowed to go out into the warm sunshine. The corn which had been sown in the field over the house of the field-mouse had grown up high into the air, and formed a thick wood to Tiny, who was only an inch in height.
"You are going to be married, Tiny," said the field-mouse. "My neighbor has asked for you. What good fortune for a poor child like you. Now we will prepare your wedding clothes. They must be both woollen and linen. Nothing must be wanting when you are the mole's wife."
* * *
Tiny had to turn the spindle, and the field-mouse hired four spiders, who were to weave day and night. Every evening the mole visited her, and was continually speaking of the time when the summer would be over. Then he would keep his wedding-day with Tiny; but now the heat of the sun was so great that it burned the earth, and made it quite hard, like a stone. As soon as the summer was over, the wedding should take place. But Tiny was not at all pleased; for she did not like the tiresome mole. Every morning when the sun rose, and every evening when it went down, she would creep out at the door, and as the wind blew aside the ears of corn, so that she could see the blue sky, she thought how beautiful and bright it seemed out there, and wished so much to see her dear swallow again. But he never returned; for by this time he had flown far away into the lovely green forest.
When autumn arrived, Tiny had her outfit quite ready; and the field-mouse said to her, "In four weeks the wedding must take place."
Then Tiny wept, and said she would not marry the disagreeable mole.
"Nonsense," replied the field-mouse. "Now don't be obstinate, or I shall bite you with my white teeth. He is a very handsome mole; the queen herself does not wear more beautiful velvets and furs. His kitchen and cellars are quite full. You ought to be very thankful for such good fortune."
So the wedding-day was fixed, on which the mole was to fetch Tiny away to live with him, deep under the earth, and never again to see the warm sun, because he did not like it. The poor child was very unhappy at the thought of saying farewell to the beautiful sun, and as the field-mouse had given her permission to stand at the door, she went to look at it once more.
"Farewell bright sun," she cried, stretching out her arm towards it; and then she walked a short distance from the house; for the corn had been cut, and only the dry stubble remained in the fields. "Farewell, farewell," she repeated, twining her arm round a little red flower that grew just by her side. "Greet the little swallow from me, if you should see him again."
* * *
"Tweet, tweet," sounded over her head suddenly. She looked up, and there was the swallow himself flying close by. As soon as he spied Tiny, he was delighted; and then she told him how unwilling she felt to marry the ugly mole, and to live always beneath the earth, and never to see the bright sun any more. And as she told him she wept.
"Cold winter is coming," said the swallow, "and I am going to fly away into warmer countries. Will you go with me? You can sit on my back, and fasten yourself on with your sash. Then we can fly away from the ugly mole and his gloomy rooms, - far away, over the mountains, into warmer countries, where the sun shines more brightly than here; where it is always summer, and the flowers bloom in greater beauty. Fly now with me, dear little Tiny; you saved my life when I lay frozen in that dark passage."
"Yes, I will go with you," said Tiny; and she seated herself on the bird's back, with her feet on his outstretched wings, and tied her girdle to one of his strongest feathers.
Then the swallow rose in the air, and flew over forest and over sea, high above the highest mountains, covered with eternal snow. Tiny would have been frozen in the cold air, but she crept under the bird's warm feathers, keeping her little head uncovered, so that she might admire the beautiful lands over which they passed.
At length they reached the warm countries, where the sun shines brightly, and the sky seems so much higher above the earth. Here, on the hedges, and by the wayside, grew purple, green, and white grapes; lemons and oranges hung from trees in the woods; and the air was fragrant with myrtles and orange blossoms. Beautiful children ran along the country lanes, playing with large gay butterflies; and as the swallow flew farther and farther, every place appeared still more lovely.
At last they came to a blue lake, and by the side of it, shaded by trees of the deepest green, stood a palace of dazzling white marble, built in the olden times. Vines clustered round its lofty pillars, and at the top were many swallows' nests, and one of these was the home of the swallow who carried Tiny.
* * *
"This is my house," said the swallow; "but it would not do for you to live there - you would not be comfortable. You must choose for yourself one of those lovely flowers, and I will put you down upon it, and then you shall have everything that you can wish to make you happy."
"That will be delightful," she said, and clapped her little hands for joy.
A large marble pillar lay on the ground, which, in falling, had been broken into three pieces. Between these pieces grew the most beautiful large white flowers; so the swallow flew down with Tiny, and placed her on one of the broad leaves. But how surprised she was to see in the middle of the flower, a tiny little man, as white and transparent as if he had been made of crystal! He had a gold crown on his head, and delicate wings at his shoulders, and was not much larger than Tiny herself. He was the angel of the flower; for a tiny man and a tiny woman dwell in every flower; and this was the king of them all.
"Oh, how beautiful he is!" whispered Tiny to the swallow.
The little prince was at first quite frightened at the bird, who was like a giant, compared to such a delicate little creature as himself; but when he saw Tiny, he was delighted, and thought her the prettiest little maiden he had ever seen. He took the gold crown from his head, and placed it on hers, and asked her name, and if she would be his wife, and queen over all the flowers.
This certainly was a very different sort of husband to the son of a toad, or the mole, with my black velvet and fur; so she said, "Yes," to the handsome prince. Then all the flowers opened, and out of each came a little lady or a tiny lord, all so pretty it was quite a pleasure to look at them. Each of them brought Tiny a present; but the best gift was a pair of beautiful wings, which had belonged to a large white fly and they fastened them to Tiny's shoulders, so that she might fly from flower to flower. Then there was much rejoicing, and the little swallow who sat above them, in his nest, was asked to sing a wedding song, which he did as well as he could; but in his heart he felt sad for he was very fond of Tiny, and would have liked never to part from her again.
* * *
"You must not be called Tiny any more," said the spirit of the flowers to her. "It is an ugly name, and you are so very pretty. We will call you Maia."
Selasa, 13 Mei 2014
Please don't let our love turn out into a tragedy like it was for Juliet
Take me away into your arms...
It's all I ask of you
I say good night to both my Father and my Mother
I hope they'll be able to dream of one another
I think it's time for all the grown ups to go to bed
Enchanting caramel that carries sweet illusions
My crossing legs that bring on sexual confusion
How farther will I let you go on this sinful night?
Screams of pain to "take it easy! Won't you bite me gently ?"
"Dont you dare forget that I'm not ready quite yet."
It's because of my mom that I've been acting sweetly and nice to you
All the things that I don't know, how they enchant me so
But isn't that normal, or at least how it should go
Show me all your feelings and I'll let you in my heart
Oh, if only you knew this from the start
I feel so in love just like Cinderella
And I will chase after you wearing only my glass shoes
I pray to God for time to come to a halt
Before the evil can come leaving us both at fault
Now, I have to escape just like Juliet did
But please don't call me by that name, we aren't the same
It's not okay, please I just want you to stay
Because without you here what is there for me to do ?
So if I cried, would you always be right here by my side
I try so hard to look like I'm older than my age
I wear mascara to conceal the fact I'm in rage
I promise you, I'll be a good girl from now on
There's no one here to stop me from the things that I do
I want some love so why don't you come please me, you fool
How farther will we be able to cross the line ?
Now I know that this is true, I fell in love with you
The pain is killing me, as I am screaming my pleas
I think you know by now that my Father doesn't seem to like you much
I can see your hands reach out, as I begin to pout
And now I see it clear, you really love me my dear
Take me far away so we can make love Romeo
Oh, won't you fulfill my fantasies
So I'll just run away like Cinderella
I'll scream my love for you, while leaving you my glass shoe
I'll pray to God that you'll come searching for me
Save me from all my dreams, while I run away and flee
Well, I'm sure that Cinderella was lying herself
It's not an accident, she left her shoe on purpose
I understand that she and I are the same
Oh, I just want to be loved, so no more playing games
So, just look for me and then you'll soon find what you seek
Why don't you just take a look and see what I have hidden in the corners of my heart ?
Can you see that it's filled with all of my dirty thoughts and all my needs and my wants ?
I want you to fill me up until I burst out forth and give into my desires
I'm drawn into ecstasy, oh, how I feel so free
Please tell me what it could be ?
But if I lose you, I wouldn't know what to do
My happiness seemed to be stored in a box, I need to find the key so I can open the lock
I'm scared in pain, but I won't cry out in vain
The thought of you hating me, I know it couldn't be
Well, my mom and my daddy don't care about me
They aren't different yet, they are the same as can be
I'll stop my lies, and I'll be true to myself
I'll just stick to the facts, I dropped my golden axe
So, If I keep lying too much like Cinderella
I know I'll meet the fate that she alone had to face
I'm really scared, and I have no clue what to do
But, I hope I don't end up just like her too
So before that happens, won't you come and rescue me
Saikou o motomete owari no nai tabi o suru no wa
Kitto bokura ga ikiteiru shouko dakara
Oh yeh genjitsu ni uchinomesare taoresou ni natte mo
Kitto mae o mitearuku dream fighter
Kitto bokura ga ikiteiru shouko dakara
Oh yeh genjitsu ni uchinomesare taoresou ni natte mo
Kitto mae o mitearuku dream fighter
Nee minna ga iu futsuu tte sa
Nandakanda tte jissai wa tabun
Mannaka jyanaku risou ni chikai
Dakedo futsuu jya mada monotarinai no
Nandakanda tte jissai wa tabun
Mannaka jyanaku risou ni chikai
Dakedo futsuu jya mada monotarinai no
Kono mama de iretara tte omou shunkan made
Tooi tooi haruka kono saki made
Tooi tooi haruka kono saki made
Saikou o motomete owari no nai tabi o suru no wa
Kitto bokura ga ikiteiru shouko dakara
Moshi tsurai koto to ka ga atta toshite mo sore wa
Kimi ga kitto zutto akiramenai
Kitto bokura ga ikiteiru shouko dakara
Moshi tsurai koto to ka ga atta toshite mo sore wa
Kimi ga kitto zutto akiramenai
Tsuyosa o motteiru kara bokura mo hashiritsudzukerun da
Yeh koboreochiru namida mo zenbu takaramono
Oh yeh genjitsu ni uchinomesare taore sou ni nattemo
Kitto mae o mitearuku dream fighter
Yeh koboreochiru namida mo zenbu takaramono
Oh yeh genjitsu ni uchinomesare taore sou ni nattemo
Kitto mae o mitearuku dream fighter
Nee minna ga iu mirai tte sa
Nandakanda tte jissai wa tabun
Makkura jyanaku hikari ga sashite
Dakedo futsuu jya mada monotarinai no
Nandakanda tte jissai wa tabun
Makkura jyanaku hikari ga sashite
Dakedo futsuu jya mada monotarinai no
Kono mama de iretara tte omou shunkan made
Tooi tooi haruka no saki made
Tooi tooi haruka no saki made
Saikou o motomete owari no nai tabi o suru no wa
Kitto bokura ga ikiteiru shouko dakara
Moshi tsurai koto to ka ga atta toshite mo sore wa
Kimi ga kitto zutto akiramenai
Kitto bokura ga ikiteiru shouko dakara
Moshi tsurai koto to ka ga atta toshite mo sore wa
Kimi ga kitto zutto akiramenai
Tsuyosa o motteiru kara bokura mo hashiritsudzukerun da
Yeh koboreochiru namida mo zenbu takaramono
Oh yeh genjitsu ni uchinomesare taore sou ni nattemo
Kitto mae o mitearuku dream fighter
Yeh koboreochiru namida mo zenbu takaramono
Oh yeh genjitsu ni uchinomesare taore sou ni nattemo
Kitto mae o mitearuku dream fighter
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