Growing up we all heard the same stories There was a good guy and a bad guy And everyone had their set roles to play That's how we were raised The ideals we were set to follow But as we got older And the stories got bolder The good guy turned bad And the bad guy turned worse Our stories no longer had hope A happy ending to look forward to Everything that used to make sense Seemed like an illusion now The once upon a times Became an after thought Early bed times Turned conversation in the dark And the fairy tales we grew up on Became a memory not really lived