The Little Mermaid Beth Ford
I tore my tail in two for you, I sewed up the ruined shreds, I stuffed them into fishnet stockings for you, And cut off the bloody loose threads.
I climbed up to the sandy shore for you, My new legs just bleeding stumps, It was like walking on sharp knives for you, My toes merely grisly lumps.
I climbed up the palace stairs for you, Your look of disgust greeted me at the door, My dedication wasn’t enough for you, You wanted “something more”.
And so I danced at the wedding for you, My horrid legs burning in pain, I watched her do what I couldn’t for you, It was worse than watching the sea drain.
I would never be good enough for you, So the sea witch gave me a choice, Spare that perfect life for you, Or she’d get back my tail and voice.
The stories all say I died for you, Became nothing more than sea foam, But the knife was not thrown to the sea for you, Instead I drove it home.
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