We were our own fairytale,
But not one you would read.
Sure, we were quite happy
But my heart will always bleed.

“You’re perfect together”
Everyone would say then,
But on the deep inside
I knew we had to end.

We’d walk home in sadness;
My hand would be in yours
We knew I’d have to leave
This place that we called ours.

Now I’m gone for good
No one truly knows why
But we do, and I’m glad
That I got to be your life.