Here is my story:
I'm not Snow White.
Don't sing with any birds.
 Not afraid of
Dark woods and scary trees.
Because I like the adventure.
Sorry, but that's just me.

I'm just not meant for you, my prince.
You've got those perfect
beautiful eyes.
You like the pretty ones.
Songbirds with beauty
So I don't know why you think
I'm right for you.
I used to fake it,
Where sweet clothes and shoes,
Listen to your words,
only to feel guilt.
'Cause I wasn't listening,
Thinking about
All the fun and risk involved
With things that I really I love.
Not you now.
I see you looking at her.
Her with her soft hair and light spirit.
Perfect.
I'm laughing to myself.
That took so long.
I sigh walk away.
I knew that you'd leave,
That you'd realize,
That I'm strange.
That I'm no princess.
I grab my boots and jacket and run,
laughing all the way.