Enchanted- Taylor Swift

I'm going to hell for sure now

Reaching Sin

Chasing invisible trains on obscure railroad tracks
Season of glitter decay into lovely runaway flames
the fire plays at the wheels, a rainbow of feel
Ill colors forcing acid through my throat

Dizzy tye-dye moves in foul wavelets
Rippling in silence toward a sick framework of steam
A lurid terrorist masked confident by a disgusting air of color,
Only growing pompous by revulsion

Imagination eases out a reaching hand
and laughter shakes my shoulders into a splintering pain,
making me spit irony
A hacking throttle of my throat spins molecules
The air around me flickering as if holographic

At a certain slant of light, I twist my mind around
Sensationalism chipping its way out of my degree of silence
Stinging my eyes with lovely, gossamer
I sit wide eyed like a child as evil stares right back

Tim Burton

I have a problem when people say something's real or not real, or normal or abnormal. The meaning of those words for me is very personal and subjective. I've always been confused and never had a clearcut understanding of the meaning of those kinds of words.

Don't ask the question for an answer Don't look to pain to make it all better Expecting irony to forgive you was your first mistake

I can see you...can you see me?

I've seen the glass hearts you place beside your bed
Found the ancient scars you've hidden behind all the words you said
And all the reasons why you say you're worthless
All the skeletons that scream to menfrom your closet

It seems I'm not aloud to get tired Not aloud to fall asleep For there's a woman at my door And she does nothing there but weep