hi, i'm roselle
i've always been torn between wanting to tell my story to everyone and let them know exactly what is in my head, or keeping it to myself. the problem is, being outwardly unhappy pushes people away, no matter if they say they're always there to listen. i mean of course i have a couple of friends that i trust with the world, but there is only so much your friends can listen to. but on the other hand, to pretend everything is fine when it's really not is to lie to yourself from the inside out; to ignore who you are and lose yourself. so which is better? to have people thinking you are melodramatic or just seeking attention, or to drown in your own mind and live a lie? im not one of those people who are constantly depressed, i mean, im actually usually happy. either way, this is my story. this is where i can post exactly whats on my mind, and if you dont like it, if you think i'm pessimistic, or over-emotional, then i guess thats up to you.

if my life had a theme song, this would be it. she lives in a fairytale, somewhere too far for us to find
forgotten the taste and smell of the world that she's left behind.
it's all about the exposure of the lens, i told her.
the angles were all wrong now, shes ripping wings off of butterflies.

keep your feet on the ground, when your head's in the clouds.
well go get your shovel and we'll dig a deep hole
to bury the castle, bury the castle.
go get your shovel and we'll dig a deep hole
to bury the castle, bury the castle.

so one day i found her crying, coiled up on the dirty ground.
her prince finally came to save her, and the rest you can figure out.
but it was a trick, and the clock struck twelve
so make sure to build your house brick by boring brick
or the wolf's gonna blow it down.

keep your feet on the ground, when your head's in the clouds.
well go get your shovel and we'll dig a deep hole
to bury the castle, bury the castle
go get your shovel and we'll dig a deep hole
to bury the castle, bury the castle

well you built up a world of magic, because your real life was tragic.
yeah you built up a world of magic.
if it's not real, you can't hold it in your hands.
you can't feel it with your heart. and i wont believe it.
if it's true, you can see it with your eyes
and even in the dark. and thats where i want to be.