Growing up we all heard the same stories
There was a good guy and a bad guy
And everyone had their set roles to play
That's how we were raised
The ideals we were set to follow
But as we got older
And the stories got bolder
The good guy turned bad
And the bad guy turned worse
Our stories no longer had hope
A happy ending to look forward to
Everything that used to make sense
Seemed like an illusion now
The once upon a times
Became an after thought
Early bed times
Turned conversation in the dark
And the fairy tales we grew up on
Became a memory not really lived