Broken Cinderella

I'm a broken Cinderella
trying to hide my past.
The tears I've cried have
everything to do with what happened in that past.
You tell me to do this,
then you tell me to do that.
When do I get a break?
A break from time?
A break from life?
I guess not now and
I guess not ever.
I am just a broken Cinderella
waiting for my broken dream.
A broken Cinderella,
ripped apart at every seam.
Nothing you can say can ever
mend my heart because whatever
you will say will only tear it
farther apart. I'm just a
broken Cinderella, waiting for
my broken dream, in my broken
little mind, broken at every seam.