I know the words spoken
The music box that’s broken
By your long fingers
The taste of your lips hinders

The look in your eyes
A little of my heart dies
As you press your lips on hers
The wheels they turn

Faster and faster they turn
But my heart it starts to burn
The clock has struck twelve
But this isn’t a fairy tale

I’m still dressed like a princess
But I’m feeling a little less
This night when you spin her and hold her close
It’s all very morose

To me who watches
Falling and falling but no one catches
The little girl playing make-believe
As the one she loves deceives

But who is this catching me?
I turn so he won’t see
My eyes that leak
Leaving water streaks

He pulls me into his chest
And I look up and press
My fingers to his face
Making sure he’s real just in case

The world slips from my finger tips
But he presses his lips
Against my forehead
And lays me to bed

This man who makes the burn
And the wheels that turn
Stop…
Stop…