The Curse

We’ve heard the tales since we were young
Heard the songs that have been sung
About an evil spell
Someone beautiful is cursed
We feel sad through every verse
'til a kiss and all is well
The message that no one can see
Is clearer to someone like me
There is no curse or evil spell
That’s worse than one we give ourselves
There is no sorcerer as cruel as the proud angry fool
And yet we cry «life isn’t fair»
Beneath our cries the truth is there
The power that will break the spell
We should know very well
Is locked within ourselves
Yet we’d rather blame
and curse our fate than change
We run from everyone to hide the pain
and all the shame
The story’s old we know it well
About a wretched evil spell
The power that will break this curse
Oh I know all too well
Is locked within myself