Woke up in the morning with a smile on my face,

came to school with perfect clothes and hair.

Saw you standing there at the side of the road,

I waved at you but you ignored and looked away.


Now I wake up in the morning with a frown on my face.

I go to school with dirty clothes and messed up hair.

Now I see you standing next to her

and bitter tears of hate stream down my face.


I watch you talking with the cute honey blonde,

and I watch your face fall as she turns away,

I watch smugly as you finally realize

that life and fairytales just don't combine.


Maybe fairy tales don't always come true.

Maybe you need a good dose of reality.

Maybe you should look up and see

that the hero might just be me.