What’s the point in fairy tales?

They are stories that aren’t true.

 

Some prince comes and saves me

From a dragon, then he loves me.

Yea, that’s just another pipe dream.

 

It won’t come true.

 

What’s the point in daydreaming?

Daydreaming, same dreaming.

 

Like a freudian save maybe,

Stop a criminal, kiss a baby.

Get the love of your life? You can hate me.

 

But it won’t come true.

 

Another thing, no one says

Financial climbing is so unlikely.

 

Win a lottery? One in a million.

Fresh new mixtape? One in a trillion.

We are walking statistics of complete certainty.

 

It won’t be new.

 

I want to work and move up though,

Give my kids love some others would never know.

Hold them as they cry, keep the monster at bay,

Sing them a lullaby to keep them hoping through the day.

 

I would never tell my kids this, but I will never be a millionaire.

I won’t be able to afford the best gifts and tricks and bling and shit.

But I want to be there. I want to be a mother.

But it won’t come true.