You take a quill in your hand,
baptize tip of the blood-red ink.
start typing
your own সিন্ড্রেলা story.
আপনি start with cruel words:
God গাউন my only love.
My world is blackened,
it is small - almost non-existent.
Half sister sarcastic words
proclaim certain victory.
While আপনি write the same story of Cinderella,
where happy ending is not going to be.
Those ব্রেভ princes in the Ballroom
chose a diamond instead of glass.
Tears in the first page of watering,
they are mixed with the ink - blood red.
Every word from deep gash,
when আপনি pay taxes, none left hand.
Stepmother money bows -
humming a certain victory.
Just type the same সিন্ড্রেলা story,
and there's not gonna be a happy ending.
Those ব্রেভ princes in the thrones
polish the diamond instead of glass.
While আপনি write the same story of Cinderella,
where happy ending is not going to be.
Those ব্রেভ princes in the Ballroom
chose a diamond instead of glass.
~BRS Kakui
baptize tip of the blood-red ink.
start typing
your own সিন্ড্রেলা story.
আপনি start with cruel words:
God গাউন my only love.
My world is blackened,
it is small - almost non-existent.
Half sister sarcastic words
proclaim certain victory.
While আপনি write the same story of Cinderella,
where happy ending is not going to be.
Those ব্রেভ princes in the Ballroom
chose a diamond instead of glass.
Tears in the first page of watering,
they are mixed with the ink - blood red.
Every word from deep gash,
when আপনি pay taxes, none left hand.
Stepmother money bows -
humming a certain victory.
Just type the same সিন্ড্রেলা story,
and there's not gonna be a happy ending.
Those ব্রেভ princes in the thrones
polish the diamond instead of glass.
While আপনি write the same story of Cinderella,
where happy ending is not going to be.
Those ব্রেভ princes in the Ballroom
chose a diamond instead of glass.
~BRS Kakui