TheEvilStepmother
You love to hate me.
Don't you now?
How do you know
I'm really so bad
You base your opinion
On a little girl's story
Did you ever think to get my side?
You don't even know my real name
Yet you call me insane
How do you know its not her thats crazy?
That the whole story isn't the rantings
Of a lovesick young girl
Maybe, its her that has you all fooled
Maybe its her that so bad
I made her work to make her strong
Whats so bad about that?
I saw she had no future
As a nobleman's wife
So i prepared her
For a different sort of life
Do clumsy feet
Belong at a dance?
I locked her up
For her own good
For her own protection
From the cruel world around her
She was too soft
Too tender
She cared nothing
For the things she should
And everything
For what she shouldn't
She had no airs
She had no pretenses
What kind of princess is that?
So tell me,
am I really so bad?
You decide,
Oh wait,
You already have