Life is but a fairytale, something small and weak

I try to stay above the ground, but things just seem so bleak.

Why is it that my life is hell, it's nothing like a book?

Perhaps I should open my eyes, and take another look

All in all, things are great, I guess I could be dead

How ironic if that happened, ending like a book I read.

My life just doesn't seem so fun, nothing like a fairytale

I guess it's just meant to be, that my life would be like hell.

A life is born, A life is lost, when will it be my turn?

To leave this realm, with nothing to gain, and finally I get to burn

Things were great, for awhile, when life was a fairytale.

But look at me now, nothing to give, welcome to my own hell.

This place of darkness, I created, I made it what it is

Snakes around me, shattered glass, I can hear them hiss.

Things were great, for awhile, when it was just a fairytale.

But here I am, in this fire, I hope I don't begin to smell

Life is but a fairytale, something small and weak

I tried to stay above ground, but things just seemed so bleak.

Why is it that my life was hell, it's nothing like a book?

Perhaps I shouldn't have closed my eyes, but had another look