Cinderella was too late.

"don't look at me"
"but you're beautiful"


The real world isn't like a fairy-tale. When you run away with tears streaming down your face, he isn't going to run after you, grab your arm, pull you into the homely feel of his chest and kiss your forehead--tell you that you're beautiful and that he wants you back. 
He's just going to walk away and feel a little pang over the fact that he made you cry ("justalittlebitiswear").
And when you're ready, he'll say sorry.

But you'll never be really ready,
And he'll never be really sorry.

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