They say Every story needs a villain to propel it What if I just needed Someone to tell it? Hand-me-down corset Pinched in, stitched crooked One cracked mirror Guess who everybody looked at- Her. Drizella, Elvira, take your pick We were born in the footnotes Edited as "wicked" Left below the staircase Marked as never enough While that girl hummed daydreams Like she was meant for love She had that far-away stare Like the stars were calling I had carved nose, stitched lash Still I kept walking They gave her soft focus Gave us hard angles But there are pressure marks I was taught how to handle I am the other girl at the ball Framed in the corner of your painted wall You learned one version Sang it on repeat But I bled in these shoes I blistered these feet You cheer for the one Who loses, then wins Who writes the story Where do I begin? 'Cause you crowned her kind And you crowned me cruel I'm just the other girl Who grew up in the same house, too She never had pressure My prison had norms Best seat at table Flaws we can’t afford "Back straight, chin up Hide the hunger in your eyes" Mama said a marriage Was the only real prize So we practiced our curtsies Practiced our laughs Practiced being pretty Like it was math She arrives with her kindness Apron, ash, and all You call her an angel We called her a rival She had that dream-like stare Like she didn’t have to try it I had laced ribs, starved thin Still they’d criticize it They gave her soft focus Gave us hard angles Turned every little flaw Into something painful I am the other girl at the ball Framed in the corner of your painted wall You learned one version Sang it on repeat But I bled in these shoes I blistered these feet You cheer for the one Who loses, then wins Who writes the story Where do I begin? 'Cause you crowned her kind And you crowned me cruel I'm just the other girl Who grew up in the same house, too Who picked the dress from the rack? You did, you did Who took the jab, "too bold, too brash"? You did, you did Who heard, "stand straight But don't stand out"? You did, you did Who swallowed every single doubt? (yeah) You call it ugly I call it armor You call me bitter I got sharper, smarter You see a portrait Edited in haste I see a lifetime Of being replaced They shoved my name In a throwaway line But I'm done playing villain In a tale that was mine I am the other girl at the ball Stepping from the shadows, taking it all You learned one version I won’t fit your category I lace up my corset I rewrite the story You cheer for the one Who fits in the shoe What if it shattered ’Cause it never fit you? So keep your crown Keep your polished view I am the other girl And I’m writing the sequel, too Soft Sharp Sister History chose Who got remembered Turn the page now Hear my call I'm not your ugly stepsister I'm the other girl at the ball
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