• Music Box

    Twinkle twinkle
    Went the music box
    As she spun around, as she spun around
    No purpose but to entertain
    No life no joy
    Just a ballerina on a music box

    Hair like silk
    Figure as perfect as any
    The perfect girl
    And an amazing dancer
    But is that her point?
    Only to please?
    Is that smile a mask
    To hide the emptiness?

    She spins around
    On her music box
    Endlessly, without a point
    The watcher soon grows bored and leaves
    She is left alone, to rot away
    Is that her fate, to rot away?

    Her pretty dress yellows with the sun
    Her hair has streaks of gray
    Her eyes bloodshot
    Her life without purpose
    A simple doll, nothing more
    Nothing inside that mind of hers
    Right?

    Then the box closed, and the music stopped.

    She yells and she screams
    As she pounds on the walls
    Trapped inside
    Alone and forgotten
    From the very beginning
    This was her fate

    Twinkle twinkle
    Went the music box
    As she died inside, as she died inside
    No purpose but to rot away
    No life no joy
    Just a ballerina on a music box