Wake up and smell the break-up
Fix my heart, put on my make-up
Another mess i didn't plan,
And i'll bet, you thought you'd beat me,
Wish you could only see,
I've got an i heart question mark,
Written on the back of my hand.

I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale
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