Peter Pan can't see the bigger picture. Bored of Hook and Wendy's getting thicker. You want the myth but play the victim, Baby boy you know you didn't. You call yourself an angel. But that's the thing with angels, They're just sad bois in disguise. You don't want real love, You want a fairytale. You're not a prince, You're a damsel In distress. Boy you cry like hell. You don't want real love, You want a fairytale. Tinkerbell ain't got enough magic pixiedust For the lost boys playing games with her heart. You want a story to play then run away, End up broken back at the start. You call yourself an angel. But that's the thing with angels, They're just sad bois in disguise. You don't want real love, You want a fairytale. You're not a prince, You're a damsel In distress. Boy you cry like hell. You don't want real love, You want a fairytale. You never needed me to fly. Now get back up and wipe your eyes. Write your own story, Not from lies, Not from myth, But from the strength I know you got within. You don't want real love, You want a fairytale. I'm not your fairytale.
