I'm sitting counting the dead flowers, broken from my pain,
All the kings men could not put me back together again,
The daisies are all gone, the roses and violets too,
All for loving a villain that turned my dreamer's thoughts blue,
I want to be locked in a tower, throw away my crown,
To hide forever in there and never let my hair down,
Stare at the stars that twinkle like diamonds in the sky,
To stay hidden from all the men that make the girls cry,
But life goes on so I wear my fragile shoes of glass,
And throw away the ring that turned from diamond to brass.
