I'm like a child sometimes
Fighting violently against any opposition
Even if it's what's best for me
But I want it all
Even if it will destroy me
To much always unravels me
I'll chase the fairy tale in everything
I'll weep when it ends
My life is a thousand ever afters
But I've never seen one to the end
Take a piece of my heart
As a consolation prize
Consoling to me though, not you
The more you take, the less I'll have
One day, maybe, there will be none left
Perhaps I'll get a plant then
Or maybe a dog
I think it will be rather pleasant

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