My Fairytale

I lost my love today,
I fell out of my fairytale.
No longer do I wish to sing,
No more do I wish to fail.

Nothing I do is good enough.
My head is thick
But I’m not very tough.
The thought of failure makes me sick.

Do I really want to do this?
I’m not so sure anymore
It seems everything I used to love
Is torn away from me.

Perfectionism is a horrible curse
Never am I satisfied
I’m not good enough at anything
My love has finally died.

I always saw this coming
And have always dreaded the day
I feel so empty knowing
That now nothing will be okay.

The things I used to cling to
Now make me want to cry.
I hate this hate toward singing,
So, I’ll just say:

“Good-bye.”