hopeless they say
ask me if i'm okay
the songs i play
make them question my mental state

swear that i'm fine
mean it at the time
but when i go home that night
i finally realize

maybe i do believe in fairytales
and i am waiting for my prince charming
that i wanna be a beauty to a beast
a bunny to a darling

maybe i do believe in true love
that i don't have to die alone
maybe i go about it wrong at times
but i've always sought a shared throne

and maybe that makes me susceptible
and sensitive to rejection
but if i lose that hope now
i'd lose all direction