There is no need to clap
All the fairies are long dead
There is no golden sunset
Just a wet patch on the bed
There is no romantic reality
Only egos to be sucked
Insecurity to be fed and bathed
And illusions to be mucked up

There are no knights to climb this tower
So I may as well cut my hair
And a kiss won't wake me from this pain
When you don't really care
And even if I kissed you back
And hoped with all my might
Your toadishness won't be transformed
In the morning's dawning light

There are no saviours on white horses
And all the princes have run away
The only predictable ending
Is knowing you won't stay
There are no fairy tale finales
There are no fairies in this tale
There are no gentlemen left who get this
Only the rise of the alpha female

And I don't want your first-born son
So don't guess anymore
The only name I know is mine
Though I'm not even always sure
So don't clap unless you mean it
Don't clap here anymore
I won't believe you anyway
Clapping is no cure

There are no happy ever afters
Till I take this in my own hands
You look at me in limbo
Try, but still don't understand
There is a little girl in me
Who is desperate to believe
But she must have seen it in a movie
For Sleeping Beauty does not dream

I could rub you for three wishes
But that won't make my life come true
It's me wearing the ruby slippers
So what am I waiting for you to do?
There are no magic words to please me
There is nothing left to be said
I have to tame my own damn horse
Or grow some wings instead.