Cobblestones
Connected to the Silver Millennium, but I can't think of any direct similarities
I'm on the road
My dress torn
Covered in dirt
Bones broken
I see something
It's hard to say
But I think it's you
Now I only have to wait
Wait for you to put out your hand
And pull me onto your white horse
While I hold onto your armour tightly
And we ride off into the sunset
To our lives together...
Here you come
I hold out my hand
But, what's going on
Why aren't you slowing down
Look at me you fool
I glance to where your eyes are going
And I don't believe it
It's her
You pass me
And save the other damsel in distress
You take off your helmet
And give her a kiss on the cheek
Simple, but romantic
Then you lift her up onto your noble steed
She gets to hold onto your armour tightly
And you both go down the trail
Into the sunset
A tear falls from my eye
But I pick myself up
And start to limp down the same road.
I hope your horse trips and falls on the cobblestones.
Junior high, yada, yada.