I used to sing about a girl
just like those fairytales should be
and they lived long and happily after
but my stories always ended disheartened
I couldn’t get it off my chest
now it’s ten years later
I don’t write fairytales anymore
why should I, they only make me feel depressed
’cause they aren’t fiction anymore
they describe my life
I know I shouldn’t complain
I’m lucky, I’ve got the brains, friends everything
I’ve got a boyfriend, very cute
but that’s the point,
can’t miss him for so long
life goes on and he will go
I hope just for that three months
I can’t miss you, I would die
please turn back to me, I love you so
although, in only four days you’ll be gone…