You say you can't hear the music anymore
As your shadow dances on the floor
The face you hide from the world
Beautiful mask for a beautiful girl
You've shed your tears to grieve your loss,
Molded into a box you never chose,
The roles assigned – the agreed upon cost.
You cry until there's nothing left,
You shrink yourself to become so small
That you can fit upon the shelf
Made for you by someon...