Hey Hey Cinderella.....
We believed in fairy tales that day
I watched your father give you away
Your aim was true when the pink bouquet
Fell right into my hands
We danced for hours and we drank champagne
You screamed and laughed when I got up and sang
And then you rode away in a white Mustang
To your castle in the sand
Through the years and the kids and the jobs
And the dreams that lost their way
Do you ever stop and wonder
Do you ever just wanna say
Hey hey, Cinderella, what's the story all about
I got a funny feeling we missed a page or two somehow
Ohh-ohhhh, Cinderella, maybe you could help us out
Does the shoe fit you now
We're older but no more the wise
We've learned the art of compromise
Sometimes we laugh, sometimes we cry
And sometimes we just break down
We're good now 'cause we have to be
Come to terms with our vanitySometimes we still curse gravity
When no one is around
Yeah, our dolls gather dust in the corner of the attic
And bicycles rust in the rain
Still we walk in that fabled shadow
Sometimes we call her name
Hey hey, Cinderella, what's the story all about
I got a funny feeling we missed a page or two somehow
Ohh-ohhhh, Cinderella, maybe you could help us out
Does the shoe fit you now??
1 Comments:
She's a poet, and should KNOW it!
Happy day, there SubMom... hang in, and definitely "bother" your medical-professional-of-choice.
That's what they're there for. If you can't bother 'em, find one who you can bother.
I found the Cymbalta does help, but then again, I've been taking alprazolam since 1982, and the Sub since September, still wrestling with "the Monster" from time to time, but at least I know what it is.
Helping out, when not experimenting with the infinite capacity of the unconsious to subvert the will.
JCR
http://painpillprison.blogspot.com
You are definitely NOT alone.
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