All im in is just skin.

In the music box

In the music box there is a sad doll waiting.
She's wainting to be opened,
Waiting to perform her dance.

Why isn't anyone opening?
Why isn't anyone interested?
She's standing there,crying,
Her dress is all in dust.

Is she being silly?
Is she wrong to desire it?
Maybe she is too santimental.Maybe.

You don't always get what you want, little doll.
Sometimes you are forgotten.
Don't be sad, little doll!
Perform your dance for yourself!

I am a dreamer

I have wondered all my life what the future will bring.
Daydreaming about the next day since a child.
It became a habit,
a habit of me living in the world
of unicorns, good natured people
and rainbows.

Ignoring the real world, the pain,
ignoring the real people.
Instead I have created them in my dreams,
controlling their every move and thought.

I have lived all my life by this:
It is good to fly high in the sky,
No one can touch you,
No one can hurt you.