Prince on a milky white steed!

She’s a sucker for fairytales

She believes the books she read by the candlelight

She dreamt of her prince in the smoke of twilight 

So strong and steady on a milky-white steed

Without a warner, he appears in a corner

 Tattooing his face in her heart
It was a fairy tale love right from the start…

So the story starts, playful at first

Suppressed smiles, meaningful glances

Countless conversations, doubling the chances

Homies tell her that it ain’t easy

Tell her it ain’t fun and it ain’t for everybody

She ignores what ifs, nothings wrong… nothings right

As she’s lost it all in his face so bright

 She says she’ll see them later, she’s in a fantasy

She runs to her shooting star, her fleeting ecstasy

Age ain't nothing, but a number 

She knows not, he's a taker not a giver

His head so high wouldn’t bend to kiss

She bowed his head and joins her lips to his

He closed his eyes & surrenders to the bliss

Coz they pressed upon his brain as upon his lips

As each day gets better, each day makes her closer

The burning sensation left by his goatee doesn’t matter

 She’s stoned as his passionate kisses get sweeter

She’s trapped inside a prison of mirrors

She’s got no clue that sorrow is nearer…

She snaps back to reality

The truth is bitter, but fairytale endings are a rarity

She turns the music down, touches the sound of silence

Remembers them days as the music faded

Brings herself to say it loud and clear, it’s complicated…

Lump in her throat, she looks the other way
As she decides to stay out of harm's way

Man, he’s stabbed her right in her heart

She needs a transplant, for a brand new start…