I'm Cinderella
Go ahead and lock me
right in my tower
And throw away the key.
There I'll sit
crying myself to sleep
Hearing you blasting laughs
As I try not to make a peep
So i'll sit here
in my dusty old room
with that shiny nice blade
Telling me to turn my arm reddish-maroon.
But i throw away that burden
And wipe away the tears
For my evil mother
Will not ruin these years.
 
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