Fairytales
I've heard the bedtime fairytales,
Dreamed I was the princess to be whisked away,
Then I realized my life is my own story,
And that there is no prince that will stay,
If ignorance is bliss,
I'm in Hell,
I've committed the ultimate sin,
And all the kings horses and all the kings men,
Can't put my broken heart back together again.
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