Folktales

She reminds me of folktales

And there's a kid in me

Laying down at the foot of my bed

He smiles while he reads

She told me it's hard to open up

But she doesn't know that I'm just like her

He would do just anything

And I'll cross my heart, and I'll hope to die

She reminds me of a fairy

She reminds me, well, she has to be

She's a folktale

She's a folktale

She's a folktale

She's a folktale

But she doesn't see herself

Like the myth that I quite see

Something like a fairytale

And the stuff that makes our dreams

Hear her name when there's a wind

And a prayer when she speaks

And I swear on my last breath

There's no way that she can't

She reminds me, how eerie

She reminds me, well, she has to be

She's a folktale

She's a folktale

She's a folktale

She's a folktale