On the delicate notes of life, I dance away
Gradually unfastening
The mismatched ties
I loose these limbs, open the eyes
Shedding dried up thoughts on this brightly lit day,
On the delicate notes of life, I lift my head up and dance away.
I lift my head up, they watch me and talk
As the lines on my feet
Rub against the cold concrete;
I'm not a puppet honey,
You are a part of my play
On the delicate notes of life, I smirk and dance away.
I swirl around like smoke,
Or a gorgeous stroke of brush
Softening the wounded area
Where the blood once rushed.
Don't stop, this girl might go astray,
On the delicate notes of this thing called life, I dance away.
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