Rewind/Leaving Candyland

My mouth doesn't taste

Like candy anymore,

I don't breath in any happiness

I don't feel any ecstasy.

I reach out a hand

But you aren't there,

The colors in my life

Have begun to disappear.

Pause

Was it not your fault?

Perhaps I'm fated 

To burn bridges

For my many years to come.

Yet still they call me

"Sugar and spic and everything nice"

Even though it's well known

That I'm wretched.