Dance Routine Lyrics

Wake up screaming, asking who did it
Dream or no dream, ugly feeling
Sticks to skin, unwanted
Dance until your feet will bleed
Remember of the ghosts seated in the back
Audience will cheer, another hits the ground
Cheers for the broken,
Poor little girl with blisters on her hands,
Poor little boy with tears in his eyes,
Poor little thing with cuts on its tights,
Poor little thing wailing up inside,
You are not what they say,
Wash off your tears, and pick yourself up,
Don't waste your time on ghosts of the past, they will always be here
Waiting for you