þetta er uppáhaldið mitt atm (: ~ Take a bite from this poisonous apple, my pretty You'll fall to the ground, what a shame, such a pity When the clock strikes twelve you better run fast Falling down, losing your slipper made of glass Locked away in a dark tower- got nowhere to hide Your long hair is cut away, I know you've cried Fallen asleep for a whole lifetime to pass Waiting for that one person, waiting for him at last Will Prince Charming come to your side and give you a kiss? Not this...