You just really suck.
I just canâ€™t stand your voice or your hair
Your make me want to puke
The way you call me your princess
It makes my heart want to quit its job.
I canâ€™t stand your mind, I canâ€™t even find it.
When I look through it, I find a pile of
I believe in reality.
You believe in fantasy.
We arenâ€™t a mythical fairytale.
We are real.
I will not spend another day compared to a myth.
A grey-eyed goddess.
Get off your high horse Quixote.
Youâ€™re trying to calm me down, well donâ€™t.
Donâ€™t lecture me on morals and life.
You arenâ€™t Rama.
We canâ€™t find your heroism in the stars.
There is more then just the pages of an epic.
Weâ€™re better than that, more than that.
Youâ€™re grinning at me, cut it out.
Youâ€™re stuck in your own world again.
Where are we now?
Who am I this time?
What Heroine are you making me out to be?
Will I have to wait twenty years for you?
Waiting and dreaming, for this miserable
cunning, white-bearded man to come save me?
Not this time.