Les maladies du beau coeur
qui viennent sans nul de peur
qui étonnent et brouillent l'âme
mais toujours avec la charme.

L'idealist bizzare qui vit en vous
Qui rit et qui pleut, elle vient d'où?
Le mond n'est pa aussi beau qu'elle rêve
Mais la songe et si belle, elle s'releve.

La sympathie naturelle
La compassion éternelle
Entre les deux mondes
Qui suivre l'âme au fond.

La songe tient toujours belle
Malgré toutes la surréelle.

i did not leave a note
the walls wore the writing
and i climbed those walls
cut the chandelier
light crashed like confetti
you looked stunning in it
i found some in my hair
a million mornings after

take my breath
hold it for ransom in
a music box
i may live again, once i give
you the last note

Smile !
Wink !
Kiss !

Sweetheart , you look so dull !
On the inside she screams
"I AM BEAUTIFUL ''
Sweetheart , go on releve !
On the inside she whispers
'' Can you shut the hell up ? Ok ? ''


**SMILE !
'' I CAN'T TAKE THIS LIFESTYLE ''
WINK !
'' I'M TIRED OF WEARING PINK ''
KISS !
'' I'M NO LONGER YOUR PRINCESS ''

I can hear the music in the background
Cold sweat rolling down my chest
My heart pounding to the beat becoming one with another
Hitting every eight count  
Leaping across the floor higher than before
The louder the music the faster my pace
Nothing on my mind, my body getting lost to the music
Smiling because they’re watching
Hair in my face
Adrenaline running
Feet aching
Body ready to collapse
Pushing for the next count
Knowing every pointed toe, releve, and turn can break it or make it.  
Striving for more, because
Dance is what I live for.