Beauty and the beast.

Curious child sitting waiting, genuinely contemplating if you've changed,
Or has the beast won?
About a year ago, this situation would have been a passing joke,
Passed to me; oh simply.

Beauty and the beast walk hand in hand,
Fall asleep, they fall asleep, she falls asleep.
Shame the beast has won, now the beautys on the run.
But don't look back, She won't look back, She can't look back.

So she slaps that make up on as his claw etches the bone,
Her shreiks of pain, a mutter in vain spurs him on.
Now oh look! She's at it again!
Twisting venom in the words of friends, as I slowly flee, I don't want the beast to catch me.

Beauty and the beast walk hand in hand,
Fall asleep, they fall asleep, she falls asleep.
Shame the beast has won, now the beautys on the run.
But don't look back, She won't look back, She can't look back.

Now she hardly speaks valid words beyond her teeth,
Fall asleep, they fall asleep, she falls asleep.
That dull look in her eye is just enough to pass the time,
Time moves on, we're moving on, she's moving on.

Those shallow words she tries to confir just to chase through his claw.
A permenant reminder of what once was to her.

Beauty and the beast walk hand in hand,
Fall asleep, they fall asleep, she falls asleep.
Shame the beast has won, now the beautys on the run.
But don't look back, She won't look back, She can't look back.

Now she hardly speaks valid words beyond her teeth,
Fall asleep, they fall asleep, she falls asleep.
That dull look in her eye is just enough to pass the time,
Time moves on, we're moving on, she's moving on.

I apologise for typos. No copyright to the satanic brand of 'disney' - it has no relation to that evil evil mouse.