All i think of is her... and him
His grin of deception, and her hollow smile,
All i can think about is how he gave her sadness
All i can think about is that music box i gave her for her 12th birthday,
As it rings throughout the little coffee shop, and his constant pestering of it,
trying to make the tone less... beautiful...
The music box that brings joy and life to her,
The music box that makes her smile
That beautiful tone that symbolizes my love for her
And he's trying to destroy it, to make it his...
Nothing compares to the sadness I feel every time I see
Him defile the music box to the point of a battered box.
But the only thing he can't defile is the music
A music box that she enjoys winding every morning
That he won't understand
That I will still think of as the years pass by...