I'm still thinking about
I said pinch me where's the catch this time?
'Cause all seems to be too good to be true
and that's the reason why i can't believe that you exist
Or maybe you only have that perfect flaws that make you more hipnotizing
for me
Maybe you are the only one is goodo enough for me to break my heart
but instead i'm just invisible
and the only thing i can do in the meanwhile is thinking of you like a dream that maybe never become a real fact.
'Cause
I'm not a princes, this ain't a fairytale
I'm not the one you’ll sweep off her feet,
Lead her up the stairwell
This ain't Hollywood; this is a small town,
I was a dreamer before you went and let me down
Now it's too late for you
And your white horse, to come around
