Child to adult,
Men to women,
But

All you had,
All i had,
Were bedtime stories to company till death.

Some were happy endings,
Some were sad,
Some were twisted,
In a knot or to shreds.
But

All you had,
All i had,
Were bedtime stories to company till death.

What if cinderella didnt wear a glass shoe instead,
what she wore was wooden clogs with tread,
What if sleeping beauty was never asleep,
Just deep with some poison ivy,
What if the wolf from little red riding hood did not held any treat,
but just wanted to be loved by red.
What if little mermaid didnt got her human legs,
would she chop off her golden tail?
What if the little pigs were so heavy,
that the big bad wolf couldnt blow them away
What if goldilocks were to sleep in papa bear's bed,
would she be dead?

Twisted tales, twisted minds
Thousands of stories yet all gave joy in their minds
But

All you had,
All i had,
Were bedtime stories to company till death