I'm getting buried underneath a [bad word] castle
While the pretty kingdom you built all falls down
Though once you treated me like royalty, it doesn't mean anything
Now that you've stripped away the crown…

Who was that little girl who gave in so quickly
To the notion that a prince would make her life sound
And as you ride away into the West my only regret is maybe
I should've built my own [bad word] house…

With you at my side I covered my eyes
Letting you lead me through my life and now
That you let me fall—maybe I'll fly someday, 
I'll learn to fly
Maybe I'll Fly

I never asked what fairytales would have to offer me
I guess only your love and my lost Identity
But [bad word] up and when she finally blooms
Maybe She'll be somebody's more substantial fantasy…

With you at my side I covered my eyes
Letting you lead me through my life and now
That you let me fall—maybe I'll fly someday, 
I'll learn to fly
Maybe I'll Fly

With you at my side I covered my eyes
Letting you lead me through my life and now
That you let me fall—maybe I'll fly
And I'm free enough to decide—enough to realize
I don't even like castles anyway, and now
That I'm free to fall, maybe I'll fly—I'll learn to fly—Maybe I'll fly.