Fairy Tale.

Think of you often,
Maybe way too much.
Barely knew you
but you were there for the crucial parts.

Our fairy tale was crushed.

Grandparents picked up the pieces
the best that they knew how.
And I’ve spent the rest of my life
trying to fill that gap somehow.

Our fairy tale was crushed.
Use cigarettes,
Use booze,
Used people,
To Replace You.

What are you seeing when you look down?
I hope against hope you’re still proud.
tho our Fairy tale was crushed.
I don’t want to die young
 but I don’t want to grow old,
 If I persist this way,
I’ll be buried and cold.

Use cigarettes,
Use booze,
Use people,
To Replace You.

I don’t want people to think about me like that.
I don’t want to be just another tragic accident.
Spending the rest of their live trying to fill the gap
I left..by

Using people
Using booze,
Using cigarettes
To replace you.