Throw out my heart and get a new one...

So we burst into colours, colours and carousels,
Fall head first like paper planes in playground games
Next thing we're touching
You look at me it's like you hit me with lightning

Trinna xx

And the rest you can figure out...

She lives in a fairytale, somewhere too far for us to find. Forgotten the taste and smell of a world that she’s left behind.

She’s ripping wings off of butterflies.

So go get your shovel, and we’ll dig a deep hole to bury the castle.

But it was a trick, and the clock struck twelve.

Trinna xx