alone here singing songs to myself

In the time you became

the girl that you wanted to be

Oh I told you all along

there was no point looking to me

Oh, and
how many times

All the

dancers left

but I can't dance

So I will stay and clean the mess they left behind

But I dream

as I set to scrub

all the floors,

the walls

I'm thinking of a song or two,

a boy a girl a rendezvous

Chop chop chop

Give thanks, for the things that mean the most to me

My family, and all my other people that are close to me