Loving makes me cunning; a soft heart becomes a tough one.
A girl who was kind is no longer kind. Sentiments naked you, serve you blind,
But no more, more kind.
Nights make you worse, make you a sleepless and restless soul, but no more.
No more, my heart is heavy with the pain of the beast,
Better be sitting alone, more peaceful than walking with a beast,
No more waiting, no more loving the beast anymore,
Love is a curse, like hell in me, No more Cinderella…
Now…I’m Maleficent.