There was a pretty ballerina
she once danced into my soul
but the music stopped its playing
and she found somewhere else to go
Pirouetting in some corner
of someones elses heart
Sometimes I stop to think about her
and it still tears my soul apart.
There were other's in the distance
Tall and blonde just like the rest
I always hear that tune of "sorrow"
That Bowie did and hoped for best
But in sucessions of past tommorrows
All they brought to me were sorrows
Sometimes I think of them
But the feeling's have been stemmed
In the distance of the race
Im still running slower paced
Seen the writing on my face
Says theres little time to waste
Should I fall in love again
This time for good until it ends
Should I not At least I have
But ballerina's
left me sad.....
15/9/2004
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