And you just love to believe in Fairytales

Don’t talk to me about your childhood fairytales.
Cause I can’t see the love that you’re trying to preach.
Forgive me dear but  could you step down from the podium?
Take a bow and listen to how I see what your trying to teach.


I never minded the theories or some obscene little story.
You thought I cared about what you might have done or who might have had the glory.
I don’t care.
So please spare me the little speech.
Because Fairytale 101 simply isn’t for me;

Live, laugh, love?
What if I’m not meant for that sweet little tale?
To which you’d love for me to swallow…
What happens if they wish to say farewell.

I have faith beyond your words.
But to have it in another is terrifying.
I admire the idea of just taking the leap.
But what if I’m not cut out for flying?


I miss you is sweet
I love you is deep.
But what if I make that promise,
To someone who is unwilling to keep?

I don’t want to admit it.
Because I know once I do I am dead.
So why don’t I keep everything inside forever?
And live those dreams inside my head?


In my heart,
“Too soon” sounds worse than “too late”.
So let’s say it works out like you say.
Are you forgetting my fear to elaborate?!

So here’s the choice that I must make;
Stand here and say what I want to say…
Or keep on going,
Until the time comes when I have to walk away…

Let’s find out what I do….