White Horse
This is an Ian/Amy fan-fiction. Taylor Swift's White Horse is the basis. Ian finds Amy's diary....and turns to a page...with lyrics and her writing.
Taylor Swift White Horse
Say Your Sorry
Yeah, Ian, you did, but I don't believe you.
That face of angel comes out just when you need it to
Ian. He saved me in the cave. Now, I don't need it, and he's not there.
As I pace back and forth all this time
I've been waiting all this time for you to come back, Ian.
Cause I honestly believed in you
Why should I have? All you did was leave me to die.
Holding on the days drag on
I keep holding on to that sliver of love, and the days just keep dragging on.
Stupid Girl
Yeah, I'm stupid. For believing in you.
I should have known, I should have known
That you weren't going to come back. Never will, Ian.
That I'm not a princess
Of course. Not a princess, not good for Ian.
This ain't a fairytale.
No. It isn't. But I wish it was.
I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet.
Nope. Never will, no matter how much I wish.
Lead her up the stairwell.
Really? Someone would believe that? I'm never going to visit the Kabra's mansion.
This ain't Hollywood.
Totally not Hollywood, Ian.
This is a small town.
Nope. That's wrong.
I was a dreamer before you went and let me down
Totally. I dreamed. Now, I sit, doing nothing basically.
Now it's too late for you and your white horse,
to come around
You will never, Ian. Too late, I'm already gone.
Baby I was naïve
Yeah, probably.
Got lost in your eyes.
God damn it, Ian, why do you have such pretty eyes?!
I never really had a chance.
Nope. None at all. Not with Ian Kabra.
My mistake, I didn't know to be in love you had to fight to have the upper hand.
Whoa. Really? Ian, you always have to have that upper hand?
I had so many dreams about you and me...
Way more than I could ever count, that will never come true.
Happy Endings
Totally. Marriage, Kids, all that.
Now I know
I know that will never happen now.
I'm not a princess, This ain't a fairytale
I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet, lead her up the stair well.
Why don't you just go to Sinead? She would LOVE that.
This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town.
I was a dreamer before you went and let me down.
Like a Kabra, you let me down effortlessly.
Now it's too late for you and your white horse, to come around.
And there you are on your knees
Doing what? Ian, honestly get a life.
Begging for forgiveness, begging for me.
Honestly, just get a grip. I probably won't want to live with your horrid mother.
Just like I always wanted
But I'm so sorry.
I really am, Ian, I really am.
Cause I'm not your princess, This ain't a fairytale,
I'm gonna find someone, some day.
I want it to be you....if not, oh well....there's more people.
Who might actually treat me well
Not leave me to die in a cave like you did.
This is a big world
Yep, and I bet I could find someone else.
That was a small town
Too small, I guess.
There in my rearview mirror, disappearing now.
Yeah, I'm totally sure of that.
And it's too late for you and your white horse,
And it's too late for you and your white horse
To catch me now.
Yeah, and I kinda regret that now, Ian.
Ian, I'm sorry, if you've found this. That was before we were married and all that. Sorry.
Love, Amy.