i may not be jasmine
but i can travel the world with you
i may not be mulan
but i'll be fighting for you
i may not be snow white
but i'd die for you
i may not be cinderella
but i'd wait for you past midnight
i may not be ariel
but i'd swim with you through the storms
i may not be belle
but i'd still love you past your beastly appearance

i may not be your average princess
but i'm still me
and i'll be here for you

Does anyone else have that little voice
the one at the back of the mind that tells you to say something
or sometimes you shouldn't have.
The voice that tells you, you made a mistake,
well I have that voice all the time
some people call it the conscious, well mine hates me
I always make a mistake in his eyes.

I shouldn't have said this
I shouldn't have sent the friend request
don't give them your number
quit, go on quit
I'm never good enough for that little voice
I always make mistakes.

One day this week the little voice told me this
You're not good enough
you won't ever get anywhere
hey loser your going to be stuck in the friend zone forever
don't send that friend request
what ever you do don't give them your number.
you idiot, what did I just tell you
you can't do it, you are going to fail
she's out of your league
ha,ha,ha,ha,ha you hurt yourself
hey guess what, they don't like you, no one does.
You see that person over there well they going to **** you
hey Craig don't delude yourself you will never ever be good enough for anyone.
Why do you even bother waking up in the morning
don't talk to that person, they don't like you, hell I don't like you
don't do it, don't you dare do it.
I told you not to talk to her, you always do the same thing and now she's going to hurt you.
Craig, hey Craig, you ****.
Your going to hell, you will never escape, you will never be forgiven, you will rot in hell.

That little voice in my head, it might hate me, and when I was younger I might have listened to it, but not anymore, I am not the voice, I am me. It might be right, the things the little voice says might be right but I don't care, I like who I am, I'm always improving and on my death bed I will have no issues with who I turned out to be.

Busy streets of China town,
busy folks with their heads down
busy people blowing cigarette smoke.
We'll sneak past the man
and run as fast as we can
to hop on the train because we're broke.

You're sat next to a crazy
and though this Sunday should be lazy,
we've taken on another task.
You shelter me away from the homeless,
but we're too ignorant to notice
the irony as we drink from a flask.

Too young to not be reckless,
but too old to be this senseless
when it comes to ignoring the label
that illustrates blackened lungs and hearts
Still, we ask strangers for darts
to get the cheapest high available.

They say the human world is a mess,
but we'll accept nothing less
than all the adventure life has to share.
Obsessed with our youth,
unsure of the truth
but too madly in love to care.