Here's a story
That's been told
About a little girl who tried to be so bold
She tried to change
She didn't wanna pretend
But in their minds her story had an end.

Everything she touched
Had turned to gold
And nothing has changed now that she's old
She looks up high
Into the blue sky
She knows that in this story she can't cry

The ink is dry
She can't cry
The ink is dry
So please baby, don't cry.

All the things she never wanted
Had turned to gold
And everything has changed now that she's old
she changes everyday
But still pretends
That she believes in happy ends

The ink is dry
She can't cry
The ink is dry
So please baby, don't cry.