Smoke and Mirrors

Let's live in a fairytale, you can chase away the dragons, who's smoke breathes to life, the nightmares in my dreams. I can be your Princess, You can hold me in your arms, Like a Knight in shinning armor, And hush away my screams. No more wasted time, with smoke and mirrors, You're not a Court Jester, lets speak the truth. Will you say a sweet goodbye, Or will you not shed a tear from your eye, There's a dagger in my heart, The icy pain is all I need for proof. Diamond teardrops from my eyes, Hurry dear, they say you must be quick, To capture each before they dry, The tears of when a Gypsy cries. Are you, nothing more than a collector, Do I hold no beauty in beggers clothes, Lets face reality my love, you are no knight, And neither a Prince if truth is to be told. And I am no Princess, Did I once have you fooled? Though once we lived as such, Our love has ever cooled. Must I break through, Past the freezing layers of your heart, To see if the thought still pains you, Of us being forever apart? I must open my eyes, And live in the truth, That dragons do not exist, And are just fiction of the soused. You will not ever save me, from their tongues of flame, But burn me with your own, And make me feel my shame. You will not shield me, from poisened arrows that fall, but with the anger in your eyes, I'll feel as if they've broken through the castle walls. I was once, the Juliet, That led you to your death, Venom rampent through your veins, Revenge seems to be your quest. At each word you say, It feels as though I'll die, My heart breaks and shatters, And you show no concern of why. And yet at night you pull me close, Whispering sweet nectar to me, That makes me wonder, Must we still live in their reality? Is there hope left for our fairytale, To have a happy end? Love like a fairytale, or Harsh Reality, No time left to pretend, I must know the end.