Pretty Paper Heart

Ballerina Ballerina….why do you cry?
Why do you lay, pillow hugged tight,
why do you hide tonight?

[My speaking part is ended now, did the character touch your life?]

Ballerina Ballerina…you must get up, put up a fight
get on the stage and dazzle, you’ve got to dance tonight.

[This role I’ve grown so used to will bow and exit this stage— you call life.]

It’s you are no one, Ballerina,

[The curtains close,  and you’re alone—this play has ended heartrending.]

it’s you or no one…tonight

[But your heart will not break]

No jewelry box below you, no one will do this for you,
no spring to make you bounce, no motor to make you prance

[your blood will not bleed]

You’re built of cayenne, Ballerina,
your heart is painted in gold.
He has to hate you, Ballerina,
his heart is jaded and cold

[you’re possessed with a sensation   you will not feel pain]

It’s you are no one, Ballerina, it’s you or no one…tonight.

[Stuff it down deeper, no one can see.
Stuff your heart full of pretty paper, and tie it with a string,
a false gift fot the next one…]

You’ve got to dance tonight.

[I pray she sets you free.]