You cannot blame me, alone, for my deeds
Though perhaps what I did was not right.
My tears well up, in bitter beads.

I was alone, garbed in widow’s weeds,
Each day seemed to me as darkest night.
You cannot blame me, alone, for my deeds.

Her portrayal in history oft misleads,
She was not kind, she lived to spite.
My tears well up, in bitter beads.

Do I let her take all I had left, do I concede
Everything to her, that spoilt Snow White?
You cannot blame me, alone, for my deeds.

I almost killed her, for that my heart bleeds,
But I could not cast her from my sight.
My tears well up, in bitter beads.

So, I die, and that brat succeeds,
She killed me, yet, she is seen as right.
You cannot blame me, alone, for my deeds,
My tears well up, in bitter beads.