She dances around
Beneath her feet you see pedals
She feels nothing but broken glass
She has grown accustomed to it
The blood, bruises, aches, cracks
All her
Every last piece
Ballerina Shoes
She dances around
Beneath her feet you see pedals
She feels nothing but broken glass
She has grown accustomed to it
The blood, bruises, aches, cracks
All her
Every last piece