Life is a fairy tale, so they say,
But i'm watching slowly as the days fade away.
Seconds become minutes, minutes become hours,
Each time trapped in that lonely little tower.
All the things i haven't done, the goodbyes ive not said,
Things i should have told people before i was dead.
But whaat is the point annymore, soon i will be gone,
Shining in the sky perhaps right next to the glorious sun.