Cinderella

I used to think that I was Cinderella
Falling into love’s embrace
But love was looking past my shoulder
And never looked into my face

Cinderella never got her face from a bottle
Her story ended and she never got old
Cinderella never got her soul from a bottle
Cinderella never let her bed get cold

And the irony, I thought that I was she
I thought that I would be in perpetuity
And ever-afterly we would live happily
But I’m not her and she’s not me

The morning sun rises brighter in her window
And casts a shadow over my door
Oh, the birds sing sweeter in her trees
My prince serenades at her back door