Once upon a time , I used to think that my prince will come in shining armour and save me from all this suffering.
I used to believe he'll search for me to love me and only me. He'll fight against the world for my hand and I'll be happy forever once he found me.
That was a dream , a childhood dream little too innocent for the reality.
Now that I grow older , I found that .. there's no prince , no fairytale , no everlasting love , no happy ever after.
Love is build not found , the future is in our hand and happyness depends on ourselves.
No one will come to save me from this, no one but myself
I have to accept it whether I like it or not
