Cinderella got the shoe
Cindrella got the dream
Cinderella was seen
Cinderella had a clue
But what the author doesn't portray
What the author doesn't say
The author doesn't use the words--
Cinderella swept the cinders around the fireplace
And dust the dirty lamps around the stones and stayed
Up in the attic
Where she wasn't seen or wasn't heard.
Cinderella would see the the birds '
Hear the leaves
See the mice
And all the trees
But no one knew the stuff she took
No one knew the white pill
That would take her to her dreams
Where she wasn't beatened everyday by a mother
Who could care less about her well being
And her health.
You call that a narcissist?
Of the broken beatened down princess
Who could never get the prince she wanted
But the dreams she could get
And all the while you could hear
The sounds of the broom swaying on the hard floor
"Swish Swish" "Swish Swish"
Poppin that pill
Inhaling that good stuff
Wishing this was all true
But it's not.
"Swish Swish" Swish Swish"