Reflection

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