Some times she wishes she could fly
to her daddy's arms
he would hold her and tell her she's beautiful
and he'd mean every word
he'd kiss her forehead and tell her she's loved
and he'd be telling the truth
he'd swing her around and tell her she's daddy's little girl
and he'd never let her down

but its just a dream
no ones coming to stand up for his little girl
no ones holding her
no body gonna know the tears hide right behind her smile

all this girl has is a box of ashes and broken promises
and you can't hug a box
her hearts a block of rock
all she has is daydreams
and daydreams aren't real
death is real
lies are real
if you ask her what she believes love is
she tell you its a fairy tale
love walks with dragons
love fly's with fairies
love dances with unicorns
and talks with butterflies
love is your imagination
love is false

but she still wishes she could fly.