Fairy Tale

In my fairy tale I have to be my own hero, No one’s gonna rescue me from anything; The curse put on me by some witch is being alone, Without anyone to love or love me back; My closed off tower is Blanchard, Isolated from the outside world; The conflict I have is being a teenager in this place, Having no way out and nowhere to go; My lady’s in waiting are leaving left and right, For all their pushing and back-stabbing; I haven’t come to the good sorcerer yet, The one that will help me through all the twists; The noble steed being a ’79 Volvo with over 300,000 miles, Is the only means of transportation I have; My glass slippers are leather knee high boots, Hardly being ballroom attire; My far off castle is the city, Where I want to be more than anywhere; My knight in shining armor I haven’t met yet, In anything more than a dream anyways; All that’s left is for my fairly tale to end, So I can have my happily ever after.