When I tell the story of you and me, and how we came to be,
I just want to cry.
How can Fairy Tales lie to us?
How can they make us believe in Happily Ever After?
How can they make us hope that our story…
Will never end?
When I tell the story of you and me, and how we came to be,
I still want to believe in Fairy Tales.
But the tears I’m holding back tell me that
I should have known.
Maybe I’m not your Princess.
Maybe I’m not the One.
Maybe I’m not the Girl you’d ride through the darkness for.
Maybe I’m not your Lady
You would hold in your arms through the Night.
Maybe my Tears aren’t worth
Catching in the palm of your hand.
Maybe roses and dreams
Aren’t meant for me at all.
Maybe I’m just the Girl who’s good for now
While you wait for Her to come around.
Maybe I’m too Old for Fairy Tale Beginnings.
Maybe I’m not worth the Fairy Tale Endings.
Stop and Stare 