There is no Mr.Right! Bringing me flowers, kissing me surprisingly.
He is nothing but a dream, an imagination.
There is no prince! Rescuing me on a white horse, when I'm in great need. 
He is nothing but a fairytale story, told of them who is still dreaming.

Only I can surprise my self, ...doing what I just did.
Leaving my Mr.Right, Prince and Rose eventhough I know that every rose has it's thorn!