my cup once ran over with emptiness
i hid it well with innocence
i covered it with my Cheshire smile
what once was white has been gray a while
but down i fell into my mind
to wonderland leaving what's real behind
my loves a fairy tale, to good to believe
im a riddle you can not read
theres no other way but down
look how tarnished and broken my crown
as i lay upon the ground in my wonderland
but its dead and as fine as sand
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