Some people always want a “Happy Ending”
News flash, it don’t happen
Your prince charming ain’t going to be there, you dream girl will never kiss your lips
My dreams will only be lost dreams and memories
My ending will be how I want it, by living in a cold harsh reality
I’ll get job; I might hate but hey pays the bills
I’ll date someone who makes want to vomit
My ending and yours end just some way
Six feet of rough, dark, thick mud covering are bodies by a someone who likes it
He’ll loot us of are things we were buried with
I mark my ends of my life and like it
You should rewrite what you want and go with what is real
And yes, it does bite back
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