The book, Am I, but who were you?

Blasting music louder 

Than I can take

No light, no movement

I wrap my arms around..

Dance with myself

Happiness is just the outer shell

Inside interior is just a broken chair

You can't steal

This one minute of my life

Here I was born to.. 

Wrap my arms

And dance with myself

Here I was torn to

Shreads and tears

I can keep..

Dancing with myself