When I look around,
and I hear the sounds,
all around the town I've created,
I can't help but think about what I've lost.
I can't help but think about what I have done.
It was a disaster.
My entire life was in ruins.
I didn't know what to do
so I cast the curse and sent us all away.
To this land without happy endings.
My mind was muddled.
I couldn't think.
I couldn't breathe.
All I could do was hope for a way out of the mess.
The mess that I had created.
A mess that only grew with my desire to have victory.
A mess that grew with each and every word.
First they called me evil.
Then they called me a witch.
Then I accepted the role.
Then I allowed fate to win.
I built up my walls,
hard as a tooth's enamel.
I became stronger than before
not weakened by decay.
I kept on growing stronger.
I kept on blocking out love.
And now I've ended up here in this little old town.
Where my walls are invincible.
Like a tooth's enamel,
I am encased in my shroud.
My mask keeps out all enemies.
They can't get in.
I'm a warrior through it all.
Snow White will never hurt me again.
No one will.
Not with my walls created through pain.
Not with my mask, something which won't decay.
Not with my anger, for it's all that remains.
I am stronger than them.
I am stronger than everything.