That evil queen
Believed to hate her stepdaughter 
But does she really?
Her mirror hides her mask,
Hides her secret want.

She who's the queen,
Wants the forbidden apple...
She dreams those luscious bloody lips to be on hers,
her dreams include caressing Snow’s pale white skin
and playing with her ebony, black hair.
She wants that naive princess at all costs,
not the desperate king she got.

Never had she wanted to be a mother,
she wanted to be the secret lover.

Her needs fill her brain,
every hour that passes,
marks another hour away from her dream.

Thinking of her had become a habit,
just like smoking,
she was a tempting addiction.
That evil queen
Is only a lonely love fool.
Seducing every male around her is an act,
she doesn’t want them, only her.

She envies that prince 
Who's no more than a bastard.
He should not have the right to love the delicate snow.

Her acts are taken as evil,
no one sees the desperate attempts to romance the princess.
Everyone assumed the worst,
no one tried discovering the truth.

Her secret stays locked up 
In her soul...
Nothing will stop her from getting that tempting princess,
Not even those malicious seven dwarfs,
or that bland prince.

One day she would claim the snow,
even if it took her life.

Life wasn’t worth anything
if feelings weren’t reciprocated.
If she couldn’t catch the snow,
no one else would be able to have her,
she would make sure of that.