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I've grown to old for fairy-tales.
I no longer order happy meals.
I know Prince Charming isn't real.
He has a time-share with the Easter Bunny.
Santa Claus is just a fat biker-Hells Angel.
Cinderella buys her shoes at the bogo sale.
Feel free to burst my bubble.
Cause it popped long ago.
There is no Yellow Brick Road.
It's long been paved over.
All things Disney no longer appeal to me.
It's sick how we buy into their trickery.
That's the name of the game though.
We like anything that distracts us from ourselves.
Isn't that why Alice fell down that rabbit hole?
It's a case of becareful what you wish for.
We don't like it when we get what we've asked for.
I've grown too old for fairy-tales.
You know that money makes the world go round.
You can only get so far only on love.
If anyone should know I should.
This world is filled with greed and selfishness.
The fairy God-Mother had to sell her own dress.
I can't go on living in this funhouse.
Where everything and everyone are distorted.
I see people now for who they really are.
The poor waste away,
while the rich gorge themselves to death.
Not out of hunger of course but out of convenience.
When I was a little boy I dreamed of a true love.
To be in love and be loved back is all I ever wanted.
Now I've grown too bitter inside to ever consider it.
My insides feel twisted like a piece of licorice.
Tell me how to get to Sesame Street.
Elmo's world seems like a cool place to live.
But I know its all Crayola fake.
I've grown too old for the child inside.
I know that when you wish upon a star,
It does matter who you are.
You're dreams may never come true.
Though you sugar-coat it,
I can see right through you.
I'm no longer apologizing for who I am.