She was back standing facing the mirrors
the only thing that could judge her in here.

The only place she feels at home.
The only place she loved to be when she was alone.

The place where two loves in her life meet.
The one place where she almost feels complete.

Maintaining her sobriety
this place has been her sanctuary

The music tells a story.
The dance tells another.
She moves becoming her own storyteller

Ending up in the same exact place she's always ran.
Ever since she can remember when her troubles began.

She tries to clear her head giving the music full attention. Taking a straight ballet fourth position.

Lights dimmed, not a soul in the studio.
So much bottled up that she just needed to let go.

If walls could talk.. all her secrets they would tell.
All the times she'd come to dance her problems straight to Hell.

Now here she was wishing her feelings would go away.
Her mind talking her heart into keeping them at bay.

Years of staying away from all of this complication.
To fall for someone in such a different type of situation...

The elegance of the ballerina no longer ...
Moves full of sexual tension, stress, confusion and anger.

Answers she needed.
Answers she wanted.

The numb feeling is what she chased.
All other feelings are what she danced to erase.