Black and bruised and dead for you
The torn pages in the book of our youth
Had dreams of grander placed uponher head
Doubt sewn in like misplaced threads
Look at your Cinderella cemetery
Packed with pale skin and hollow eyes
All willing to be anyone for you
All becoming a martyr for your lies
Sowhy did you act so surprised
When your little princess jepordized
The fairy tale ending she always despised
How quickly Cinderella changed over night
From upstanding daughter
To druggie Snow White
You scorned her for running late at the ball
But while stumbling down the hall
You said nothing at all
Cause heroin is the glass slipper of our generation
Of our inevitable frustrations
And when your princess realized no one was there
She played Sleeping Beauty
But no one really cared
Look at them there, all grassy green mounds
After Prince Charming left on the Greyhound
And you were blind for her decent down
But you can all be assured
You won't ever find the cure
You monsters
You killed her
