Several seconds of introspection
Wasted moments
You are upset with all that has changed
You hissed and preached about how wrong I was
Yet, here we now stand
Your heart has shriveled and you've had enough
The cold has found you, within it speaks;
"Finally you see, is not this dance of somber indignity?"
I see now I there is nothing left of my baby,
I'll always miss you,
Sweet Cinderella,
Rest in Piece