The Birthday Massacre

This story's missing a wishing well
No mirror to show and tell
No kiss that can break the spell
I'm falling asleep
Every Prince is a fantasy
The witch is inside of me
Her poison will wash away the memory
We kill the lights
And put on a show
It's all a lie
But you'd never know
The star will shine
And then it will fall
And you will forget it all
And after midnight
We're all the same
No glass shoe to bring us fame
Nobody to take the blame
We're falling apart
Every story's a waiting game
A flower for every name