Courtney Beaudry


My Attempt at a Fairy Tale


An attempt at love
An attempt at love
Thought it'd be wonderful
Thought it'd be good for me
But in reality
All it brought was sadness, pain
No laughter, just disaster
An attempt at love for me
An attempt at love for me
Is an attempt at nothing

I just don't know anymore
I just can't focus anymore
Don't know what is
I'm just not sure
Just want to know how to heal
Need to feel
Just want it real

Can you hold me again
Can you show me that you're a friend
Don't know why my head's spinning

An attempt at love
An attempt at love
Thought it'd be wonderful
Thought it'd be good for me
But in reality
All it brought was sadness, pain
No laughter, just disaster
An attempt at love for me
An attempt at love for me
Is an attempt at nothing

And I know what it is like
To die, yet still be alive
And to feel that all is lost
To feel double crossed

An attempt at love
An attempt at love
Thought it'd be wonderful
Thought it'd be good for me
But in reality
All it brought was sadness, pain
No laughter, just disaster
An attempt at love for me
An attempt at love for me
Is an attempt at nothing

Submitted: Sunday, October 26, 2008
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