Cinderella once sang " so this is love" But what is love?
I'm young I know but I can't see this thing called " l o v e " It's never seemed to show
I once thought I had it this thing they call love through my charm my wit
But it lead to tears and pain waiting for them for hours in the cold or in the rain
What I experienced was something so cruel I though their attitude was attractive them ignoring me cool
Maybe I didn't understand what she meant.. This isn't what makes life divine THIS IS NOT LOVE at least... it's not mine.