Deep in the mind of a little miss nobody the wheels spin round and round.
Opening it up you can see inside, a clear view of a ballerina.
Twisting and turning, leaping and looping she dances with passion,
A fiery romance no one is suspecting.
The blank canvas is her stage to seize and she paints
with emotions no one can see.
Twirling and swirling, kicking and stepping she reveals a world
unlike those before her.
Pain is captured in the moment as she
leaves her emotions open and naked to those unsuspecting.
But beyond her stage there is Miss nobody as she walks detached
and waits for the audience to attack her, with their critical hits and blows.
But with a heart of stone she does not fall,
oblivious of the foul play she walks with strife
for inside she is strong.