Cinderella, Cinderella
have you lost your heart of glass...

Tugging on those poor boys hands
they're star struck - can't you feel...

Fingers wound between hers
but etched in her arm is his name that she can't...

4 am and I've lost my way to your room
I'm only half alive...

Take the key and lock her away
familiar lullabies...

Give me another goodbye
i swore I'd never fall apart...

She has to many scars
to many bloody hand prints...

Head on collision
takes his breath away...

The bed is still made on his side of the bed
he didn't come home last night...

Her tender touch like acid to your skin
but still you love this so called perfect girl...

Whats this i see?
inside my dreams...

Her hand caressing the fatal hallelujah
her voice enchanting your mindless body...