Once upon a time, there was a little girl
Who believed in happy endings,
Even though hers was an unhappy beginning.
Alcohol-fuelled fights, fear-filled nights,
Pushing her tiny fists into her eyes
Until all she could see were stars.
All she could see were stars!
And all she could hear
Were the whispers of her dreams,
Telling her to hitch a ride on a shooting star
And let it take her to a magical land
Where fear was a mythical creature;
Sometimes talked about
But never seen.