So you got really depressed, sadness surrounds your heart
and you believe, you got to believe
but where is that angel who listens to your tears?

So you really wish well, hope for the best
and you believe, you must believe
but where is that fairy who fills your wish?

There's nothing real in magic -
you should've already know -
believing won't give you the thrill
of wonderful life, of eternal time
and you still believe, you always believe.

So you got all quite again, disappointment controls
and the voices remain your brain, ordering you to believe
well, you got nothing to hold at anymore.

Your angels got lost
and your fairies has flown away.
Even the shining stars
don't fall for you anymore.