The Story Books all Lied to Me

The story books all lied to me,
And one day you all will see.

That we can't be like Cinderella,
No matter how much we wanna.
We can't lose our shoe at a dance,
And ride home in a pumpkin by chance.
We all can't have a true love come to the door,
To put that shoe on our foot we left on their floor.
And be taken away to a happily ever after,
Always filled with smiles and laughter.

We all can't be like Snow White,
Filled with such cheer and light.
And we can't have a prince that loves us true,
Or a queen that's such a shrew.
We won't have the chance to meet the seven little men,
Who all have a helping hand to lend.
And we can't take a bite out of a poison apple,
To have a prince kiss you awake and carry you to the chapel.

And Sleeping Beauty so hard to match,
With three loving God Mothers and a prince to catch.
We all can't have an evil curse put upon us at birth,
To make us prick our finger on or sixteeth year on Earth.
Or fall into a deep curse fixed by one God Mother,
True love's kiss to the curse it'll uncover.
And we all can't have a happy ending,
That sends our hearts beating.

The story books all lied to me,
And one day you all will see.