When fantasy marries reality, it is your fairytale
You know what you think; you know what you mean,
Whether your heart speaks your mind or the other way,
While you are sewing the threads of your fantasies,
You are multiplying the perimeter of your boundary

When desire meets needs, it is your fairytale
You push the envelope or prefer to keep it inside
You do it when the time is ripe
Certainty is always prime,
What happens, happens for good
But change can be the devil unlike itself

When honesty meets passion, it is your fairytale
Insane as it can be, sanity may ******* sometimes
Truth should never leave you away or you may die
But praise yourself for once, because you never cease to try

**** the bee of the fear and insecurity
That hums in your mind constantly,
You ought to believe you are the queen bee
Alone or with your colony, you always remain to be
Even if you didn't make for the honey
You can still make it for the nectar
It will always be your fairytale; whether too many flowers, one or none.

I always feel bad about myself,
I always mess things up,
I do ten things and fail eleven times,
and I end up blaming others
of all the **** that's happening to me.

I cry to myself at night,
I keep all the pain inside
until I physically feel the pain
stabbing right through my heart.

then lately I realized,
maybe it's all my fault.
no, not maybe,
it really is my fault,
and instead of complaining,
why not take another step
and move on.

if I'll fail,
I'll fail better this time,
I'll fail
           and fail
                        and fail
until I'll have that sweet success.

it may not be an easy road,
but so what?
I might fall hard,
                  with face first,
but that would only mean I'm walking forward.