Fairytales don’t always have a happy ending, do they?

The smell of your skin lingers on me now. Your probably on your flight back to your home town. I need some shelter, my own protection baby, To be with myself instead of calamity, peace, serenity. I hope you know that this has nothing to do with you, it’s personal; myself and I, we’ve got some straightening out to do and I’m gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket but I’ve got to get a move on with my life, I’ts time to be a big girl now and big girls don’t cry. The path that I’m walking I must go alone, I must take the baby steps until I’m full grown…