Boiling Broken Ballerina
Water’s not the only thing that dances when you burn
Take the time to realize the things you’ve done to earn it
To earn the pokes the prods the pricks your heart all beaten black
Because when you’re smacked away my friend you come crawling right back
So when I say you dance but in the face of all your pain
Know I don’t mean sweetly, I mean all in vain
For when your heart is broken and your heartstrings are all snapping
He keeps your strings taught puppet dancer. Listen. No ones clapping
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