I guess I've always had this habit -
of seeing what I want.
Closing my eyes to all my real needs -
letting this weight lift off of me

It's all so temporary.

I know I can't keep burying these dreams.
Pretending the feeling will soon go away -
simply waiting for it to crash down onto me.

I'm trying so hard to look for the tether -
of what’s holding it(me) together.
Some interests are not as much as I thought -
kindness is all I really sought.

But Jesus Christ look at me.

I am so ******* cliche -
I am the bird that wants to be set free.
But I am not the damsel in distress -
and I'll never be.

There is nothing to save,
no castle to climb,
no beast to slay.

I’m not the princess.
I’m not even the prince.

This is not a storybook.
I’ll never be that pretty fantasy.