Thanks a lot, shakespeare.
Where's my juliet?
Books have set my standards high.
I guess my type is non-existent.

My dumb ideas fool me again.
Always lose myself in words in which I'm not holding the pen.
Oooh
But now I'm done with pretending.
I don't need happy endings anymore.

Oh yeah.
I'm tired of falling.
Oh yeah
For someone else's story.
'Cause he gets the girl and I get papercuts.
I guess it's time to write
My own personal version of love.

Said it's just a script.
Faces on a screen.
Yet I'm in love with how in love
They sound when all they are is acting

It's unrealistic.
They're way too good looking.
Can't use their dialogue might come off odd
'Cause I'm no ryan gosling.
Don't need those sappy movies.
Fairytales they don't suit me anymore.

Oh yeah.
I'm tired of falling.
Oh yeah.

For someone else's story.
'Cause he gets the girl and I get ticket stubs.
I guess it's time to write
My own personal version of love
My own personal version of love
My own personal version of love

I'm tired of the fiction, all of the chick flicks.
I want my own "love actually"
'Cause who says that romance
Can't happen to me?

Oh yeah.
I'm tired of falling.
Oh yeah, for someone else's story
Oh yeah.
I'm tired of falling.
Oh yeah, for someone else's story
I won't need one book to read,
Or one movie to see.
'Cause I have the one
But before that I need to write.
My own personal verison of love

Composição: Will Jay