When we are young
They tell us wonderful tales
Of faith, hope, and beauty
And how belief never fails.
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We are told of princes and princesses
And the great love they hold
Of magick spells and the fey
And their many secrets untold.
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They tell us of brave young knights
Defeating the monsters afraid of the light
Of "Price Charmings"
To hold you through the dark, scary night.
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But behind these stories
many secrets are kept
And when we grow old and face the world
From the cracks these secrets crept.
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Monsters really do exist
And they will do their best to destroy you
And tear you down, piece by little piece
And make you believe the good things about you just aren't true.
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"Price Charmings" don't exist.
They can't sweep you off your feet.
No matter how hard you wish
You can't be saved from the world you won't greet.
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People don't always want to be helped
And they will be on the attack
And it will make you feel bad
And wonder if there is something you lack.
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Being a romantic and a cynic
is a very contradictory thing
One side looks down on the other
For being able to leap and sing.
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But it might yet be proven good
To be able to hope for true love
And yet know not to treat it
As a gift sent from above.
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