your face is white from that drug i hate that you do,
and your mumbling excuses i just know cant be true.
so fess up,  miss snow white, the apple is ripe.
and i know that your hungry for poison tonight,

your feet tired from running through so many a lie.
you'll drag them on in, and on the floor they will dry.
and tomorrow ill trip on the remainders that you left.
and see inconsistencies in the things that you said.
so fess up, snow white, your not the princess you think.
this coma you've slumped in isn't the fault of a drink.

you gave it all up, dark hair,  fair skin and red lips.
you took a bite of that apple, and now your the witch.
you'll spend your nights gazing in that judgmental mirror.
as he makes you that woman that you initially feared.
it will all feel so right, once you sink your teeth in.
fess up, snow white, with your mouth full of sin.

that evil old witch isn't the horror you've painted.
she's just another princess who wound up tainted.
pretty soon you'll be out picking poisonous fruits.
to give to some beauty who reminds you of you.
and you'll bask in that glory of watching her fall.
and hearing from the mirror,  your the finest of all.
so fess up, snow white, your roommates are gone.
they wont be around to watch you die in the lawn.

and when you sink into that fucking fairy tale sleep.
don't expect any magic kisses from them or from me.
cuz we've seen beauty wasted doing the things that you do.
we'll, fess up, snow white, happy endings just aren't for you.