"consolation"
i've never known
the heartbreak of a breakup
or the consolation
of a makeup
i've never wanted
to be famous
i just wanted to
be wanted
and i've got the
bitter taste in my mouth
that comes from
years of being haunted
looking over your
shoulder
for a boulder to
come rolling down
steal the treasure
and run downhill
and break your
crown
looking through
the looking glass
to tell you you're
the fairest
but life is so
unfair
running out of
luck running into traps
in the forest of
your own despair
but the fantasies
wear off
and it hurts again
and you don't know
how far from the circle you are
but you know that
you're not in