When I was young I was valiant and bold
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I fought off dragons and wrestled with trolls
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I was stupid
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But I was brave
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I¡¯m still as stupid as I was before
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And although I¡¯m not that young anymore
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I¡¯m still valiant
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In my own little way
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Limping off into the sunset
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With our tails between our legs
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Remembering how it all started
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And wondering if this is the way that
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My fairytale ends
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I still remember how gallant I felt
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In a suit of armor that I made myself
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Out of tin foil
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And milk bottle tops
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I guess that I¡¯m just like everyone else
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I find it difficult to be myself
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So I pretend
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To be something I¡¯m not
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But in the end everything has to
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Turn back into pumpkins and frogs
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I wish that it didn¡¯t have to
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And I¡¯m wondering if this is the way that
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My fairytale ends
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Ends
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Limping off into the sunset
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With our tails between our legs
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Muttering quietly to myself
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And wondering if this is the way that
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My fairytale ends
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Ends
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A Fairytale Ending
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The Boy Least Likely To |