Like a little girl, locked in her ivory tower,
I am lost in my thoughts, all alone.
The expiry date is exceeded and I'm no longer that baby girl.
As the adult woman I am supposed to be,
I am lost in time, hoping someone will rescue me.
Someday, I'll no longer be a nice and young woman.
Someday, it will only be my wrecked soul and tired body.

Still, inside, the little girl is waiting.
She does not care about that expiration date; she believes.
She believes she has a lot to offer to that cruel world outside.
Each night, she grabs her Teddy and cuddles it.
She looks at her window, at the stars, and believes.
One day, somebody will come and take Teddy's place.
Someday, some prince will come and tuck her into sleep.

On another side of my mind, the woman wants to be wise.
She needs to stop dreaming about a prince and get up.
Music in her ears, she listens to true lyrics and sits back.
Why did she never had that same chances of true love?
Why is everybody so in love, or even broken up?
So, the woman opens her eyes and plans things she'll never do.
She plans how to get on her feet again, how to be a grown up,
How to live, learn to have fun… and meet her prince.

*And I believe.
Also, I dream.
But most certainly, I hope.
And that makes me weak enough to go to sleep.