The lonely walls surround me in the music box while I dance away to its tunes.

I listen to the tunes sing.

While I dance in circles to its.

It’s always the same everyday.

Alone and afraid in my tiny music box.

Barley ever opened.

My music box is coughing up dust.

If only somone cared about me and my music box.

All I hear is myself and my music box.

The tune always the same as the other day.

But the tune is getting older and more frail.

Its bones are getting weak.

It’s voice is getting softer and more croaky.

I know soon the music box will die and I will be left all alone in its remains.

Alone and afraid in my tiny music box.