Realist

Born a hopeless romantic

I danced in my fantasies with you 

I fell in love with the Earth 

She caught every tear I cried over you 

Burned by the love I thought would heal me 

Sometimes, she's a cruel mistress 

But in the emptiness of your absence 

It was her dark embrace which held me 

I gave myself to the truth 

Never turned back once the deed was done 

You used forced to open my heart 

Now you see, I'm not made of glass 

A Phoenix, a rebirth 

A bursting forth from the cacoon 

Your lack of love changed me 

Once upon a time, you said,

Wasn't real 

But it's what I deserve 

How can you know what I deserve? 

My soul has already used up 

All the love I had on you 

I'm glad to be free 

Of the burden of a life changing romance 

I don't need the storybook romance 

I was born a romantic 

These days, I'm in love with my own journey 

I'm glad I was cured of you 

Your eyes were nothing but a visage of truth 

I moved on long before you realized I did. 

It's ok that it doesn't always work out. 

You can't take me away from me, anymore.