It was the fairytale I had in mind
where a prince needs to be chivalrous and strong
and I need to be treated as princess, which I'm not
I'm certainly deluded, naive, and flabbergasted.
Now my bubbles pop, I live in real world
where a man can be as fragile as a woman
he needs care as much as i do
and I need to do some saving too.
It was good, it was bad
it was fun, it was sad
I learned to grow through the cracks
but I'd never do it any way other than that.
Maybe he's not my Prince Charming,
and I’m not his Cinderella
but I still believe in forever, my forever, his forever.
Now that he's writing his own story,
my only prayer is that she keeps him happy, then I'm happy
I think I love you better now.