Isn't there a nicer end to this fairytale Cut off my nose to spite my angry face I have skeletons in my Closet In my closet In my closet, oh Is it so hard to see? I'm loosing so much sleep Oh I deserve to live, to be To love Little star How far can you be? Through farms through the sea Make you feel obscene And you say you don't like roses OK noted Spider swinging on it's web My wings are broken And you say you don't like roses OK noted Spider swinging on it's web My wings are broken