Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Same script
Different curse in the credits
Always the ghost at the table
Staring at couples in edit
I trip on the same framed picture
Fall for the same cold smile
Telling the same old story
Of “maybe next time”
[Chorus]
I’m so tired of talking 'bout bad luck love
Like a scratched old record I can’t turn off
I want a fairy tale
Curtain call
Hand in hand
Spinning in a ballroom
Finally understand
I’m done counting all the ways it went wrong
I just want that once-upon-a-time to belong
Give me someone that stays through the ending
So I can start smiling
Really smiling
[Verse 2]
Tea leaves
Shaped like broken promises
Every first kiss feels haunted
Every goodnight
An abyss
I joke I’m a haunted hallway
People just pass straight through
Sick of the clever one-liners
I just want something true
[Chorus]
I’m so tired of talking 'bout bad luck love
Like a scratched old record I can’t turn off
I want a fairy tale
Curtain call
Hand in hand
Spinning in a ballroom
Finally understand
I’m done counting all the ways it went wrong
I just want that once-upon-a-time to belong
Give me someone that stays through the ending
So I can start smiling
Really smiling
[Bridge]
[Strings swell
Choir hums low]
Is there a book on the highest shelf
Where I don’t sabotage myself?
Can I step out of this cursed costume
Into a dance that makes more room? (oh)
If the monsters under my bed
Could trade their claws for flowers instead
I’d stop rehearsing every tragedy
Let a happy ending look back at me
[Chorus]
I’m so tired of talking 'bout bad luck love
Let the old script burn
I’ve had enough
I want a fairy tale
Curtain call
Hand in hand
Spinning in a ballroom
Finally understand
I’m done counting all the ways it went wrong
I just want that once-upon-a-time to belong
Give me someone that stays through the ending
So I can start smiling
(yeah, really smiling)
Style
dark whimsical orchestral pop; male or female vocals. minor-key waltz feel with pizzicato stringsbassoonsand celeste in the verses; chorus blooms into full stringschoir padsand thunderous timpani hits. creepy toy-box motif on glockenspielharp glissandi for the “fairy tale” momentsand a swellingcinematic bridge that briefly turns major before plunging back into deliciously eerie resolve.
Prompt
A song about been tired of complaining about my bad luck in love. And how much I wish I found the love of a fairy tale ending, so I can start finally smiling. Horror and whimsical orchestration.
Credits
Prompt by
RandomlyOriginal
RandomlyOriginalGeneratedJan 27, 2026
ModelAria v5
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