The thought's so strange...
With someone else...
When you’re little and your mind is free
You can fantasize, oh yes, be happy
But when you realize that life's not what it seems
That’s when you know that it’s too late to breathe
When you’re little and you're daddy's little girl (little pearl)
All that matters is you're daddy's little world
But when you find that daddy's not Zeus, or Jupiter (daddy's not Thor)
Then you know that your end is but a sepulcher
Now I find that my life is not my own
And my choices are but someone else's own (someone else's own)
I cannot cry for I know I must find new love
But someone else, someone else?
It's not fair that I should have to suffer
For they say that I was born beneath a wishing star
But now I have to find a way to fall in love
With someone else, someone else?
It's just not fair that I’m the one to suffer
It's not fair that I’m trapped by my fears
It's not fair that I should have to start again (give your heart again)