There's this story, never lived, that I know would screw me over
It's the story of a stranger that has never been my lover
There's a time I lived and loved, but I couldn't understand
How love could keep bringing trouble if you love and not pretend
There's this smile I used to have and this joy to live life fully
Stolen by this guy I loved and I never loved this truly
There's this fairytale I wrote and wrote me back, as it seems
People hurt you while you let them and rip your heart from the seams
But life isn't about pain, as the wisest people know
It's about how much you learn and to know when to let go
And love isn't about grieving, as the biggest empaths felt
It's about choosing yourself while the other's heart you kept.
There's this poem never written and this place I've never seen
Can't buy a ticket for it, as it's only in my dream
And the stranger - never lover - maybe was not even real
If he was, I've never been.
