Wishing upon a star, she asks for simplicity for once in her life. Although it isn't until a moment later when she convinces herself,
that such wonders don't exist, and they never will, for the world loathes her—it simply wishes she rots.
Gazing into your eyes, she asks for a kind of love you can't give her. Although she looks up at you every so often,
you're nothing but gum, with a fading sugary flavour, for the world loathes you—it simply wishes you rot.
Holding your warm hand, she hums a lullaby under her breath. Although she constantly asks for perennial romance,
such wonders don't exist, and they never will, for the world loathes bliss—it simply wishes for misery.