all pretty things

And

Time will tell:

All pretty things

Will go to hell

For the pain they’ve caused

All pretty things

In hell will burn

Each pretty thing will learn in turn

Beauty is fleeting

When it is in fire, it will burn

All pretty things will, in turn

Surely learn

All pretty things

In hell will cry

Pay the cost of callous goodbyes

Of ultimatums and

The pain of moving on

In hell, all pretty things

Will become a song

When all pretty things

In hell will stay

Pretty things will

Then again say

Beauty is fleeting

When it is in fire, it will burn

Pity I never knew then

What I’ve now come to learn