The fascination and magic of a fairytale
It makes me wonder how people make them up
Why people make them up
While it might make others feel happy
It makes me feel sad
I will never live in that kind of world
Or at least I thought so
But time has passed exceedingly fast
And I am no longer that girl
I have found a way
To transport myself
Without really doing so
It's not so hard
If you really think about it
But maybe you don't think that way
Writing helps me get there
And I have found the peace it has to offer
I yearn the harmony whenever I'm away
Maybe I'm just strange
And like to believe in love
And joy
But that's what makes me
Well
Me!
