and they lived happily ever after.

This stories I make up inside my head. These little little rhymes. Fairy tales are all they are.
These things that help me sleep at night. You keep giving me this hope but all I can do is doubt it. Will things really be like this, ever? Forever? How am I meant to know. Why can't I just find out the easy way. Why can't I take the easy way out why does life have to be so hard. It wasn't this hard for you I know not that I blame you just that I wish it could have been as easy for me as it was for you. Until things really do work out like you say they shall I'll just keep up with these fairy tales playing out in my mind.