The fifth Alice was a lonely girl from Wonderland

She walked, around all alone, nobody in hand

Her only desire was to finally be adored

And at last, she got her wish, and was never bored

But soon all the attention made her wish that they were dead

Once again, her wish was granted and all of them bled

Alice ran into the woods and was never see again

Sometimes you still hearing her crying in the lonely rain

The fifth Alice was a girl around fifteen years of age

Songs spewing from her mind outside world's cage

Inspiration was something she could always find

In every corner of her brilliant mind

Then Alice, looked for stories in Wonderland

But nothing went as she had planned

Alice had not once thought of those green with envy

Only looking ahead to accomplish all her dreams

So while the girl in purple walked down the path of red

They jumped to steal her stories and to cut off her own head

The fifth Alice outsmarted the dream as no other had.

They realized what was going on and found an out before going mad.

This was the last straw for a dream that wished for people to come to it,

so with this last Alice, the dream admitted defeat

It never claimed another victim because the fifth Alice was too smart

When they realized what was happening they ripped out its bloody heart

So for those wondering why there's no case

it's because the fifth Alice saw the dream's face.