dorothy

theres no yellow brick road to lead me

the reason for this is because

i am no dorothy

and this is no wizard of oz

even if i stare at the floor day-after-day

waiting for yellow bricks to appear

iknow that the white tiles will stay

but theres no road made of yellow bricks

no, glindas not here to save me

no witch in a dress shaped like a pastry

no rubby red slippers to bring my home in 3 clicks

no apple throwing trees

drama queens and liars instead

no devlish flying monkeys

only evil rumors filling my head

no houses falling out of the sky

no little old land of oz

no just tears falling when i cry

flooding my hope, a lost cause

no wicked witch of the west

noone trying to burn my friends

there are people, though, who think their better than the rest

and happily ever after is not how their stories will end