I used to believe that there were no happy endings,
that every fairy tale ever told were adults just pretending.
I fell in love once with a prince that always had me melting,
only to realize that his actions I always seemed to be defending.
From then on, I became the evil witch.
Every guy that fell in love with me I always seemed to ditch.
Honestly, let's not sugar coat this, I was a cold and cruel bitch.
Until I met this young man, and in me he flipped a switch.
At first I thought he was just like all the rest.
He told his tales and acted well, but I was simply not impressed.
And then one day he held my hand and his love he confessed,
this man was not a prince, he was a king at heart, and I was undoubtedly