He twirls her across the moonlit dance floor,
To the rhythm of the music, they forget anyone...

She sits down on the bench, the wood cool on her...
Her hands brushing along the keys, just dying to...

Her heart was ripped in two,
Thrown and trampled on the ground...

We will dance to the perfect rhythm,
The tune so magical and high...

I fell head over heels for this boy,
I loved him with all my heart...

I love how the cold air whips around,
And the leaves dance in the wind...

At the age of 8,
This girl lost her father...

A winter queen,
Dressed in ice-white...

This girl has a beautiful face and figure,
Pretty smile, pretty eyes...

Teardrops from the darkened sky,
Glide down the window pane...

A Sad Princess Tale
Another story here I tell...

My heart is locked with a key,
Caution signs decorate the inside...