Forgive me, Snow White
I don't choose what I do
I was forcably rotted
Now forced to harm you

If only I'd fell
Farther out from my tree
And spared from the poison
Of salt, blood and weeds

If I could tell you to stop
Not to bite through my flesh
To just spare us both
Of our near-certain deaths

I would scream, and you'd listen
I swear it, I would
I tried to warn you, Snow White,
I did all that I could