Everytime I start to believe in fairytales,
It will end up with a lie.
No prince, no Horse. No fairies, no wings.
No dwarfs, no forest. I'm totally convinced.
I won't hate, I won't cry.
I just don't believe in fairytales.
So why should I try to hold on?
Holding on a fictional story that will bring us false hope.
Hope to find an enchanting place with colored raindrops,
Magic powers, wings and lightning flowers.
It will bring us to a fictional imagination.
That will give us nothing more but disappointment.
Now I refuse to have a goal to reach.
Because a goal might become fictional instead of reality.
I will live my life from day to day.
And I refuse to wonder what tomorrow might bring.
It lead us only to postponement of living,
And guides you away from the finest details.
Hard times learned me a good lesson.
Don't believe in fairytales..