Ever since I was little I dreamed of my prince charming.
Now I’ve found him and he can’t love me due to the curse of broken trust.
This Cinderella story has become an unrequited version of Romeo and Juliet.
Unable to trust, he will die alone, and so shall the one that loves him.
So with this broken heart I’ll drink your poision to set you free.
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If won, to equal ills betrayed,
Woe waits the insect and the maid