I tried, believe me
To be the person I used to be
The one who loved love,
And believed
That love healed
Everything.
I tried to hold on to her
I tried to keep her believing
In magic and in dreams.
I said "See the stars? They shine so bright
Don't you still see the glow in their eyes?"
And she said "I'm not that person, you see,
I now know,
Stars don't carry magic within,
They're just balls of fire,
Far, far away, and if you
Ever try to go near one,
You'll end up burning yourself!"
She used to be the one who believed
In stories, and magic, and fairy tales and dreams,
And now, she's just another grown up
Who only wishes Santa could be real,
But she knows better.
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