Feel so stupid

Feel so blind

Feel so empty

All the time

I don't want this

Don't want you

Don't want to feel

The way I do


Spinning 'round

You never fall

Nor hit the ground


Music box

All those trinkets

All those locks

Too frustrated

Hit the floor

Don't turn the key

I dance no more

Spinning, spinning

Like a top

Now comes the day

The music stops

The dancer slows

Her twirling ceases

Who shall return

To pick up the pieces?

No, not I

They cut my skin

For with those shards

I cannot win

I should have listened

Could have learned

But for those chances

I do so yearn

Let me have

Just one last try

I promise you

You will not mind

There's no reply

My prayer ignored

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