i'd like a different ending, too.

she was a petite girl

and she lived inside a flower.

waiting for her world to bloom

but it did not bloom

winter that year came too soon.

fall freezes hearts into winter

and snowfall thaws into may

but still that pretty little doll

had not yet flown away.

dreamt of love, longed to be

“give me wings,” she’d say,

“i’ll fly far, far away.”

that you will never catch me

one day you’ll see

life is so much bigger than me.

fall freezes hearts into winter

and snowfall thaws into may

but still that pretty little doll

had not yet flown away.

she was a petite girl

and she had a miniature knife.

a little here, a little there

aiding to end her strife.

crimson petals dying to bloom

winter that year came too soon.

fall freezes hearts into winter

and snowfall thaws into may

but still that pretty little doll

had not yet flown away.

looking for love in all the wrong places

underground or flying high

none familiar faces.

and yes, this story ends with a prince

whose seeds of love were in bloom

he’ll fight for her unsuccessfully since

winter that year came too soon.

fall freezes hearts into winter

and snowfall thaws into may

but still that pretty little doll

had not yet flown away.

she was a petite girl

her life petite as well

glazed eyes cared not for resting places

or the sensual flames of hell

when will her prince appear?

astride bumblebee, he’ll not, i fear.

the inky river her frozen tomb.

winter that year came too soon.