No witness to her dance but turns the same The scherzo skirt in flame I spit at everyone that I can blame And still don't feel ashamed So lonely, she could see that she became A portrait with no frame
It clocks in her sleep and won't depart Lovely scars and stitches So perfect, complete, but only part Of the misdeed which is What others have done to her halved heart Her halved heart
Well hidden from the world and from her face A corset keeps in place The beating shattered clock that I embrace Held firmly by the lace She has no other flaws that can place I marvel at her grace
It clocks in her sleep and won't depart Lovely scars and stitches So perfect, so complete, but only part Of the misdeed which is What others have done to her halved heart