I’ve heard many once upon a times
Which for true love you must believe
But I was hoping that just for mine
I could love and believe in me.
The perfect story I could concoct
With dreams and demons of mine
The story would become very intense
But in the end everything is fine.
I might not be considered a damsel
But I am constantly in distress
For my own life I would save
I want to rely on myself to fix the mess.
And what a beauty I would find
In the reflection that I see
To be overwhelmed with love
For the person that is me.
But fairytales are just for kids
And what used to be magic is gone
Told repeatedly my love was a waste
Now this story shall never see the dawn.