Alice's Reality

Once upon a time, in a faraway land, once created by man.

Produced a kind, yet broken girl, but that was all a part of the plan.

Gifted with the name of Alice, oh so tender and sweet.

Hides behind a secret, never long distance from a drink.

Pain stronger than the wind, but she remembers that an empty sail always catches the wind.

Alice stumbles around rivers, attempting to watch away her sins if she can.

She doesn’t want a heart, she likes feeling empty just like the tin man.

Her clutch is a bottle, whom she often finds that the bottom is dry.

Drowns all her sorrows with an imaginary life.

Lives in a fairytale to cover up all the lies.

She tries to save the taste of joy, but the devil never fails to get her plans destroyed.

Alice has got a crush on the rabbit down at the liquor store.

Loves the way he flaunts that waistcoat. Loves the way he pours.

Every time she takes a sip, she feels out of place.

Almost like she shifts, like she changes shape.

But when she returns, like her altered change of mind.

Reality sobers her up, and she goes back to pretending,

Pretending that everything is fine.