In the Hollywood movies you know the game
Who’s at fault, and who’s to blame
How it can be fixed and mended
Wouldn’t life be better if we all pretended?
That it was written all out
No need for pain, to scream and shout
If there was a princess, and you were her
Your life swirling round in a glittery blur
Oh just imagine how it would be
Living inside a Hollywood movie
We wouldn’t ask how
Or what or why
We wouldn’t care so long as we didn’t die
No one wants to know what then
Happens after The Happy End
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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