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 when
She turned around to run
But I never thought that mattered and
My 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 co*ked to the sun
But I'd rather be the banshee and
My 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
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 for
The things I've left undone
I've been on the road to glory, for
My 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 and
My magpies one by one
I have always been an outlaw, and
My 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 me
If I've lost of if I've won
When they ask you what befell me
Say my story is not done