The clock struck 12 and the magic was gone
She rushed out the hands of the prince and ran
She ran and ran leaving a glass slipper behind
Slippers made of the clearest, most gentle piece of glass
The magic had disappeared and all that was left were the rags she belonged in
But you all know how the story ends, HAPPY, as always

But where's my happy ending?
Where's my fairytale?
Where's my moment?

Is that why I'm clenching so hard
so hard to this fantasy
this dream of ours
When will I get to dance with all eyes on me
When will my moment arrive
Is that the reason why I'm holding onto this
this untold fairytale love story of ours

I want so hard to believe that one day
Just one day, I'll have my Cinderella moment
When will we dance...hand in hand til the clock strikes 12
I wonder if that's why I'm hanging onto this endless love story of ours

Sometimes I feel like I only keep you around just to not be alone
I want this fairytale love to be true
I want my Cinderella moment