I've sat alone in this room before, hours and hours on end. I know this delusion I'll wish the door would open to reveal a friend. I know this solitude, I know this kind of cold, but I had faith in what the stories told of true love. How I'd find true love. And here I am in this room again, just as lost and small. That lonely girl with a desperate heart is who I am after all. There's no escaping her, but now the dream is gone because I spent a lifetime counting on true love. True love. I was looking for a fairy tale and dove headfirst into his. Turns out you can't find love if you don't know what it is. And now it's clear I'll never leave this room, it ends as it began. With no one but myself to blame, I played my part in the plan. Dreaming got me here, and yet the dream won't die. I can't wish it away, no matter how I try. True love. True love. True love. True love.