Reality

This is my reality right now. . . .

White Horse
by Taylor Swift

Say you're sorry
That face of an angel
Comes out just when you need it to.
As I paced back and forth all this time
Because I honestly believed in you.
Holding on,
The days drag on.
Stupid girl,
I should have known.  I should have known.

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 a stairwell.
This ain't Hollywood; this is 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.

Baby, I was naive,
Got lost in your eyes
And never really had a chance.
My mistake, I didn't know to be in love
You had to fight to have the upper hand.
I had so many dreams
About you and me.
Happy endings,
Now I know

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.

And there you are on your knees,
Begging for forgiveness, begging for me,
Just like I always wanted, but I'm so sorry. . .

'Cause I'm not your princess; this ain't a fairy tale.
I'm gonna find someone, someday, who might actually treat me well.
This is a big world; that was a small town
There in my rear-view mirror disappearing now.
And it's too late for you and your white horse
To catch me now.