There is no need to cry for me my dear, I will always love you.
But lately, it has been hard.
No one has crashed and burned and been busted and broken as much as I have.
So ride that white horse, gallop along my prince charming, I know you will find me one day.
Among those birds, flying up to heaven, to see your angelic face.
I love you my dear.
Believe me when I say I want you.
I don’t want a fairytale, I just want you.
Signed, Ophelia
