Cinderella
There was a girl called Cinderella
With slippers made of glass
Though why of two just one remained
She never dared to ask.
Either way she got her prince
Her "once upon" and "ever after"
And ashen children ever since
Are broken even faster.
So the cinders became someone else's job
Another day, another slob
And still no charming prince
No rude or ugly royal lass
Just another set of fingerprints
To be polished off the glass
Off the valuables, and off the trash
For it has the most of all
But only 'round the wrists and neck
Where they "saved you from a fall".
Where they can be hidden by the scars
From a life prayed behind these bars
And I cannot see the stars
I cannot see the stars
And the stars cannot see me.
This floor is much too high and bright
For me to look beyond it
Been dark so long, can't stand the sight
Of life beyond this fancy cage
Can't bear to turn the page
To find I'm just a man in a dress
Stuck cleaning up another's mess
And hated for that reason
This secondhand duress
Just contemplating treason
With no princess out to find me.
