The Fairy and the Prince

We are troubled people
oh oh
yeah
troubled people

we were troubled
kids and
youngsters
we will be
troubled
young
adults very
very
soon

when I was
a
little girl
just a tiny
teeny
person
i always thought
oh
it happened to all
the other kids
but never
me
no no no
never me

my parents
they are
happy
and will be together
for
forever and
a day
just like in the
fairy-tales
my dear
mom
reads to me

but my mom
she ain’t
no fairy
and my dad
he ain’t
no prince

and i am
not the queen
of this
make-believe
holy land
my home
the appartment
where i frequently
just shut
the door
to this
little castle
of mine
my room

and then just sing
because
no one else would
neither fairy
nor prince
they were to busy
throwing
words
at each others faces
wrecking
their minds
and hearts
every single night
of every day
of every week
even during
sunday breakfast

me between
the two
trying to figure
it all
out
to decide
who is
evil
who is
good

a child
can not
ever
decide
about that

what should i do
should i scream
at them
instead of
the
dead
white
wall
in my oh so
quiet
room

they will never
hear me out
are so trapped
in these patterns
of screaming
swearing
sobbing

and i still
remember
vividly
the day
that sunday morning
when
it all just

stopped

once and
for all
when what happened
to all the other
kids
but not me
happened
to me

we are breaking up