You take a quill in your hand,
baptize tip of the blood-red ink.
start typing
your own Cinderella story.
You start with cruel words:
God stole my only love.
My world is blackened,
it is small - almost non-existent.
Half sister sarcastic words
proclaim certain victory.
While you write the same story of Cinderella,
where happy ending is not going to be.
Those brave princes in the Ballroom
chose a diamond instead of glass.
Tears in the first page of watering,
they are mixed with the ink - blood red.
Every word from deep gash,
when you pay taxes, none left hand.
Stepmother money bows -
humming a certain victory.
Just type the same Cinderella story,
and there's not gonna be a happy ending.
Those brave princes in the thrones
polish the diamond instead of glass.
While you write the same story of Cinderella,
where happy ending is not going to be.
Those brave princes in the Ballroom
chose a diamond instead of glass.
~BRS Kakui
baptize tip of the blood-red ink.
start typing
your own Cinderella story.
You start with cruel words:
God stole my only love.
My world is blackened,
it is small - almost non-existent.
Half sister sarcastic words
proclaim certain victory.
While you write the same story of Cinderella,
where happy ending is not going to be.
Those brave princes in the Ballroom
chose a diamond instead of glass.
Tears in the first page of watering,
they are mixed with the ink - blood red.
Every word from deep gash,
when you pay taxes, none left hand.
Stepmother money bows -
humming a certain victory.
Just type the same Cinderella story,
and there's not gonna be a happy ending.
Those brave princes in the thrones
polish the diamond instead of glass.
While you write the same story of Cinderella,
where happy ending is not going to be.
Those brave princes in the Ballroom
chose a diamond instead of glass.
~BRS Kakui