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[*My Cinderella.*]

Can you feel it? Oh how it brings such sorrow to part.
The empty bitterness, it's eating at my heart.
My stomach groans from suffering, my heart throbs with pain.
These questions zooming in and out, it's driving me insane.
His words they cut, as well as sting, like a small sharp sword.
But yet again, his apologizes bring such a sweet reward.
My heart is cold, its black, its empty as he whispers this last phrase.
"I don't understand you, I really don't. To me you're like a maze.
so off with you, you little tramp. I need not you or what your presence brings
I don't care if you love me, or how much I make your heart sing.
To me, you mean nothing. Nothing but a girl.
No less, no more..."