Cold Bitch

I stood at your door.
I read all your books.
You left me cold on the floor.
I didn't care for your looks.
You lead me out and shot me. Now they'd set me free.
The other beautiful flowers, would help me think of something sweet.

You don't care about me.
You really just hate me.
You think I'm a tasteless fish?
You're really just a cold bitch.

I looked at you beam.
All the while you're ripping my seams.
You left me pleading for more.
I can't believe you could be so crooked.
You picked me up, then you shot me down.
Now they'd let me breathe.
The other wonderful flowers, one of those who won't let me freeze cold.

You don't care about me.
You really just hate me.
You think I'm a tasteless fish?
You're really nothing but a cold bitch.

There are so many wonderful princesses.
Why would I take an evil witch?
There are so many who care for me.
Why be with such a cold bitch?