I feel like crying, can't you see, what my sadness does to me? All this pain that does well up, breaks free and completely consumes me. Lost and hurt and all alone, I've come to realize, I'll never be home. Without a family, and without my love, I can feel my heart break, and fall away. Bit by bit, my light burns out, and my life ends, and no one shouts. Here in my private music box, I think and weep, but never again will fall asleep. Here forever, I shall never die. I may be gone, but I have to wonder why. My music box plays a broken song, as I dance there round and round, never talking, making a sound. My face is dirty, My tutu's torn, and I am sad, in my music box, now that my ballet song has ended. Still I turn, Dirty and torn.