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.