I became used to being in his fairy tale…
I wore his lies blindly and proudly…
Until…
I saw the fear in them…
There’s stories and stories in his eyes…
But in every one of them…
He’s the hero…
He needs to be…
Because if he could see who he truly was…
And what’s he’s done…
His heart wouldn’t be able to face it…
So he runs from his pain…
As I meet mine…
As I meet mine…
