"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