When you close your eyes,
And you remember those childhood stories.
Those fairytales.
Where you were the Princess and you got the Prince.
Where there was no pain,
Only a happy ever after that was never forgotten.
Well where did those days go?
The days I could scream "I AM A PRINCESS!" and not get funny looks.
The easier way we used to live?
Why is it we have come to the conclusion that,
When we are older,
We can't believe any of it?
Why do we have to believe the less likely one,
That love is the knew fairytale?
Just one thing is true about that.
Love is a fairytale.
It can't be real.
Cuz if it was,
It couldn't be worth all this pain.
