Grow Up
Fae

no more will I dream
it only leaves me feeling cold
no more will I wish
like a naive two-year-old

no more will I hope
they only crash and burn
no more will I believe
I'll ever get my turn

all those useless wishes
I've made over all those years
all the wasted heartache
and all those pathetic tears

all those phantom things
I ever desired or yearned
will only end up on a mantel
with my ashes in an urn

so no more will I pray for water
to fill my half empty cup
no more living in never land
this lost girl will now grow up