they say when one door closes another will open
it’s just a matter of time
and it seems this one just slammed in my face
yes, I know you were never mine

is it worth a look back, could I even grasp
the lesson I’ve yet to learn?
or is it eyes forward, into the wind again
no other direction to turn

kinda makes you wonder how many kilowatts you’ve wasted
running on that treadmill in your mind
kinda makes you stop, dead in your tracks
when there’s no thinking your way to the finish line
no more fairytales for me

I guess this was another web I wrapped myself up in
just needing something to feel
a hell of a carrot, it works every time
just too bad it’s never for real, no

is it worth asking why, should I even try:
“tell me, what did I do wrong?”
or is it walk away, hands over ears again
hiding from the fat lady’s song

kinda makes you wonder how many golden threads you’ve wasted
spinning all those stories in your head
kinda makes you stop, hands to the sky
when your path’s no longer strewn with bits of bread
no more fairytales for me

at least this time, I didn’t waste as much time … but I guess I did
at least this time, I wasn’t as big of a fool … but I’ve always been

is it worth seeing through all the things we do?
everything I read is just fiction
or is it close the book, back on the shelf again?
time for another transition

kinda makes you wonder how many synapses you’ve wasted
trying to make those brilliant dreams come true
kinda makes you stop, frozen in time
when the only one in your fairytale is you
no more fairytales for me
no more fairytales …
just a strong dose of reality.