And then you can say,

"Oh, Romeo...yeah, I had a scene with him once."

Try to relax and enjoy the crisis.

These lies, make it all seem real

He was gone, there was no doubt about it. Even magic could not help hom now. Some things are beyond fixing.

So to all dancers out there choosing their path, you must ask yourself.
Will you, too, put on the red shoes, and dance forever?

And in their fairy tales
The warty giant and witch
Get sealed in doorless jails
And the match-girl strikes it rich.

A frog in love would not be enchanted to learn that her beloved had turned into Prince Charming.

Strike us like matches, cause everyone deserves the flames

This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters
But we never stood a chance

Which came first, the music or the misery?
We're high-fashion, we're last chances.