Reality.

   I hate the thought of playing
Damsel In Distress.
     Being mistreated and abused
  my whole life through
    and needing a man to come to my rescue.
Don't you know?
Prince Charming doesn't stay for long,
       he loves you once,
  and then he's gone.
And no matter how many times
   I prick my finger
or let down my hair,
    I know that he will never come back again.

He's a dream come true though,
when he comes,
   and makes me forget of all my morals and ambitions
my and my ideals of how my life should go.
     He storms in with his shield and knife
  and I fall into his arms
       and let him save my life,
nevermind the fact that
he just left another maiden behind.

He's always got those dark inticing eyes,
   a million secrets
  and scars he has to hide.
At first the two of you talk for hours
through the night,
    you start to feel that warming in your heart
which has been freezing in the cellar
       for much too long.
You start to think about your happily ever after.
     But then things start to fade away,
and he has all these other dragon's to slay,
soon,
     there's no more time for you,
and you can't get back that shoe.
    
  You're stuck at home with a broken heart,
     and you have no more fairy godmothers to help you heal.
So suddenly that poisened apple has it's appeal.
  If it's true that true love never dies,
      you suddenly realize that your love has all been lies.

    I hate the thought of playing
Damsel in Distress,
       because I know,
   that there is no happily ever after in
                     the end.