I’m no Cinderella
Never lost a glass slipper
Never got prince charming
I’m no Cinderella
Always felt strange
Faraway
Slipping away
Always felt strange
Like the ugly stepsister
Doubting my outfit
Try after try
Like the ugly stepsister
No matter
How much I hope
It’ll fit like a glove
No matter
Alice
Turning another age older
Looking through that looking glass
Alice
Realizing
Not everything is the same
Looking through the glass
Realizing
Cinder-Ella
Learning even hearts break
Into a million shards of glass
Cinder-Ella
Knows well enough
That you can’t always
Get your fairytale
Knows well enough
Sometimes
You have to dust yourself off
And start again
Sometimes
At the end of the day
After looking through the mirror
And the glass slipper, gown, and ball fade
At the end of the day
Even
Princes aren’t who they seem
When you go in the woods
Even
Runaway
Princesses from princes
Stepsisters who been putting
Down themselves way to long
Runaway
Learn
The most truthful thing
You’ll find is the glass reflection
Starring back
Learn
Mirrors mirrors on the wall
Even tell
Lies
Mirrors mirrors on the wall
Looking through the looking glass
You find who you
Really are
Looking through the looking glass