We've heard the tale 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 sorceror as cruel, As the proud and 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 from 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