I realize the clock was struck twelve
and Cinderella must run.
When we're hold our breath,
standing side by side
eyes by eyes.

The Firefly on your eyes were dimmed
Your hands turn Volturian-Cold
Tears as a glass vial down
Fire burn you dust

The wolf out there barking
Waiting for another Alpha
The World has never as sweet as candy
Sometimes friend could be Jack The Ripper
and The only reason was hidden
under Godot.

I'm not Shakespeare with white horse
nor Napoleon with guns
I'm just Peter Parker with clumsy hair
and a piece of heart to give

The World has never as sweet as candy, dear
Thou threw away Peter Parker
and wanted Bruce Wayne to be your prince?!
The World has never as sweet as candy, dear
Sometimes your dream could be your grave
Sometimes your eyes could be shut while awake
Sometimes your prince could be a Sniper
and
Sometimes Bruce Wayne could be a Joker