My eyes looked at you for the love I once cherished,
but once again perished like December’s first snow
Your eyes and mine told different tales,
Yet our tales never got a once upon a time.
You were Cinderella’s made-up story, but somehow,
I fell for those supposed to be true stories.
I regret the day I heard your story
and became part of that failed story
No matter what you were told, I’ll always regret the day you
became part of my brand-new story.
