Then, again fairytales do not exist...!

Then, again I feel like I used to feel... I guess it always happens, here or there, with him or with someone else... although, it's maybe nothing or it's maybe something, I really don't know, I just thought it'll be different with him and at the same time I've always knew this wasn't a fairytale, just because fairytales doesn't exist... it's nice living in pink, but sooner or later it all becomes grey, I've always know it... & then again, it's maybe nothing... i tend to think many many things and it's really not good for my head, I can't stop it, is just how my head works... I guess is like a safety device... And I know for sure: there's no fairies, no prince charming, there's no castles and white horses, there's no dreams or pink-living... I've always known I have to face the real world, and I was kinda doing it 'till you came and took me up to the stars... But then, again fairytales do not exist...!