I feel the distance when I look
right into your face
My stomach drops, my heart don't leap
I hope this goes away.
I remember when you saved me, like
a prince atop his steed
How foolish it feels for me to think
that this ends happily.
You are no prince, or I a princess
Baby, its reality.
Times are tough, the poison's taken
and I have gone to sleep.
Wake me, wake me, kiss me tight
prove true a happy ending
I'm trapped to think of fairy tales
I'm foolish
-but it don't stop me
Reality's no children's story
my dreams I know are fiction.
I'm not a helpless sleeping beauty
these tales
are
my
addiction.
It's half past twelve and where's my prince?
Have I any chance?
I'm no frail and hopeless beauty
And you are not my prince.
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