Happily Never After, where the "normal" go to die, When they’ve outlived their purpose or they’ve bled the fountain dry. Fulfilled a destiny that left ‘em hollow, left ‘em in the dust, While the golden carriages are stripping down to gears and rust. But then you get the odd occasions, glitches in the heavy code, Overriding every protocol and jumping off the road. You get the misfits like me, serving no damn purpose at all, Just a shadow in the margin, just a crack inside the wall. I am no badass godmother, I don’t have a magic wand, I can’t pull a silver lining from a dark and stagnant pond. I can't flick a wrist and take you from bougie to the throne, In two seconds flat—I’m leaving every princess on her own. they call that tough love, i call it a joke as i watch the kingdom go up in smoke ​ Welcome to the glitch, where the fairytale is broken, Where hexes are the only words that ever get a spoken. We’re the errors in the script, the ones the system can’t erase, A smudge of engine grease across a pretty porcelain face. In Happily Never After, there’s no starlight in the sky, Just a neon flicker burning while the old traditions die. ​ I sure as hell can’t whip up a super-heavy sleeping spell, To lace a shiny apple and to send you straight to mental hell. No magical insertions where a single bite will stop the heart, I possess no superpower, I wasn’t gifted from the start. But if I had the option, man, I’d choose a path productive, Flip the script entirely and make the ending more destructive. I’d take the Seven Dwarfs and turn ‘em into Seven Shot Callers, Moving weight across the border, chasing nothing but the dollars. Guaranteed to pop off when the heathens start to lose their cool, Trying to decide who’s El Chapo, who’s the king of every school. They’re arguing in shadows while the diamonds lose their shine, And I’m just sitting back and watching every single one align. ​ I can’t help but smile, teeth are flashing in the dark, As the kingdom starts to crumble from a single little spark. I haven’t had a purpose in a long, long, weary while, But I’m building up an empire on the bottom of the pile. No more singing to the birds, no more wishing on a well ​ Keep your glass slippers, let ‘em shatter on the floor, I’m the glitch within the system that you can’t ignore no more. The protocol is failing, let the story fade to black, Once you cross the border, there is no more turning back. Happily... never... Yeah. Let it burn FIND ME ON SPOTIFY! LyricRebel more

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