I'm eighteen years old
And I've seen the realities of the world
But I still believe in fairy tales
For what reason, I'm not sure
Maybe because I don't have a religion to give me faith
I only have myself
And my false dreams
Of what the world could be
I can't help but hope
To find a man that treats me like a queen
Parades me around and loves me endlessly
But that's only in books
In reality, people leave
Love fades
And I know because I've watched it all happen
I can't help but hope
That my father will respond
And make my family whole
Something I've never had
But he has a new family now
One that I'm not a part of
Two beautiful little girls
That will never know the toll
Of growing up without a dad
If life were a fairy tale,
I would be one of those little girls
But life is just life
And reality doesn't mix well with fantasy
So I can't understand
Why I dream about all those things at night