Here I am.
Washing away traces,
Of what only seemed like a dream.
The people I met,
The friends I made.
Only illusions in a distant fantasy.
It's all over too soon.
But why did it happen?
I made so many friends,
That, now, I only read about in fairytales.
I fell in and out of love.
Hoping for my fairytale to come true,
And ride away on a horse with my Prince Charming.
I fell off that horse,
I never learnt to ride.
But I learnt new things,
I learnt the power of words
And I learnt the magic of love.
If what I experienced was only a fairytale,
Then where is my "Happily Ever After?"
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you're the one that i want, you are the one that i want, oo oo oo honey
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