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I was born into a fairy tale,Cinderella's dust-bin daughter.Seemed like I was meant to fail,Turning wine back into water,Mama's slippers shattered whenShe turned around to run,But I never thought that mattered andMy story is not done.So I told her, mama, make my bed,Make it up both long and narrow,Tell the cynics that I'm dead,Let me hitchhike through the yarrow,Ghost-girl on the median,With a thumb cocked to the sun,But I'd rather be the banshee andMy story is not done. It's not done until it's told, It's not told until it's written, If I'm brave and if I'm bold, I can challenge what's forbidden, For nobody gets to tell me That I'll never be the one.Letras de canciones When they ask you what befell me, Say my story is not done.Left my family in a storybook;Tell my sisters that I'm sorry.I never dared a backwards look,On the path to purgatory,And I can't say that I'm sorry forThe things I've left undone.I've been on the road to glory, forMy story is not done.I have wandered through the carnival,Seen the secret shadows dancing,Counted feathers where they'd fall,Taken chances not worth chancing,I have counted out my jackdaws andMy magpies one by one,I have always been an outlaw, andMy story is not done. It's not done until it's told, It's not told until it's written, If I'm brave and if I'm bold, I can challenge what's forbidden, For nobody gets to tell me That I'll never be the one. When they ask you what befell me, Say my story is not done. So come on all you fox-girls and you ghost-girls And you pretty pirates, Come on all you wild girls and you lost girls And you shrinking violets, Come and pay the piper, say you'll leave their war unwon. It's only words on paper, and your story is not done.I was born into a fairy tale,Never tried to find Prince Charming.Had a different ship to sail,Didn't find the waves alarming,For nobody gets to tell meIf I've lost of if I've won.When they ask you what befell me,Say my story is not done.Written on: 2009-01-02. Seanan McGuire From Letras Mania