cary cooper: listen

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trying to accept my life in light of how it turned out nothing like my mother's

when your mother's cinderella
it's really hard to tell her
that her rose colored slippers
were only meant to fit her
cause your prince is just a man
who flies around like peter pan
and it's hard to watch him blindly
chasing after wendy
and you feel more like rapunzel
in the tower of the castle
with your broken hearted background
it's hard to let your hair down
but you can't tell your children
there's no one to believe in
or they'll never lok for laughter
in the happy ever after

or maybe that's a crock
made up by disney suess and spock
to keep you buying books and movie tickets
popcorn and white paint for pickets
why's it so hard to say
beauty's never absent pain
all roses come with thorns
but you still line up to scorn
when grief is spilled on someones table
you'll ignore it if you're able
thumb your nose at dying
just to hide identifying
but in the middle of the night
you hear the fairy tales and cry
cause you're scared you'll never get it
but your true proud to admit it

you've patched your heart a thousand times
with every twist in the story line
you'd think you could predict it
but it's always unexpected
and you're tired of the fight
but you don't want to be snow white
staring at your own reflection
just waiting for your prince to come
you kiss your kids and pray
that you'll be strong enough one day to say
why the princess walked away
that love is only for the brave
and you wish that you could tell em
when their mom is cinderella
that her rose colored slippers
are only meant to fit her