We dream so much that
We forget to live
We expect a fairytale
But we get a slap in the face
I'm done with it
With the frivolous notions
With the romantic ideas
Screw the candles
To hell with the flowers
Give me a warm body
That asks no questions
That requires no "little things"
I'd have been better off
Being born a Tin Man
You can be damn sure
That if I ever found a heart
I'd step on it