I thought the world of what we had.
Or should I say what I wished we had,
what I wished upon a shooting star for,
what I spent every night dreaming of,
what I had thought of as the happily ever after to my little fairy tale,
what I imagined as my whole world.
How could my whole world collapse so suddenly right under my nose?
How could a fairy tale so beautiful turn so sour?
When did such amazing dreams become such ugly nightmares?
Did I accidently wish upon a meteor that doesnt grant wishes?
