Disenchanted Info

So take off the eyeliner. Put the leather away. There's no glory in the gutter — just tomorrow and today. And the anthem you loved? It was always a lie. You don't get to burn out. You just learn to get by. Would you like an analysis of the original song's lyrics, or a continuation of this piece in a particular direction?

You wanted a fistfight, a reason, a scar. Instead you got a tour bus, a credit card, a car. The anthem you bled for got chopped for a ringtone. Now you're signing your own wristcast in a city you've never known. Disenchanted

The kids in the cheap seats threw roses and glass. You caught every shard, said, "At last, at last, at last." But the road was a needle, the bus a bruised vein, and the hotel rooms whispered your real name in vain. So take off the eyeliner