They called me the monster, the girl with the thorn,
In a kingdom of roses where the liars were born.
I wore the black silk and I practiced the lie,
While watching the heroes and the "innocent" cry.
I burned the kingdom just to see if you'd save me from the fire,
But you stood by the ruins of your golden desire.
You loved the white lily, you hated the flame,
And you never once whispered the truth of my name.
So I'll be the villain you want me to be,
Until every soul in this palace is free.
My ink is the poison, my paper the knife,
The unsent letters of a shattered-glass life.
You'll remember my face when the sun starts to set,
The one that you broke, the one you'll regret.
For a villainess loves with a fury so deep,
That even the gods in their heavens will weep.