this enchantment leaves you wanting

by, Cassandra

You only get so many chances,
so when the clock strikes twelve,
just where are you going to be?

And when the broken pavement
leads to a world of blissful sorrow,
who will be the one to save you?

You only get so many dances,
so when the music falters,
will you let your footsteps stutter?

And when the looking glass
reveals every broken thing,
who will you look to for comfort?

You only get so many chances,
so when the clock strikes twelve,
just where are you going to be?