viernes

Maybe I was naïve, Got lost in your eyes, I never really had a chance. My mistake I didnt know to be in love, you had to fight to have the upper hand. I had so many dreams about you and me, Happy endings; Now I know I'm not a princess, This ain't a fairytale. I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet, Lead her up the stairwell. This ain't Hollywood, This is a small town. I was a dreamer before you went and let me down. Now its too late for you and your White Horse, To come around.