Her heart was a broken music box,
She sealed it tight with rusted locks,
The ballerina couldn't dance anymore,
Until her heart was thrown to the floor,
He shattered the old locks and made her dance,
Plucking strings in his knotted hands,
To the muffled songs and distance sound,
Forced to spin round and round,
Her hearts happy song she has forgot,
Now her heart is just a broken music box.
