All the little girl had was a music box, a pretty pink music box. Whenever she would open it a ballerina would dance, just for her. But then it would stop, and she would have to close it and wind it back up again. Then open it back up and watch the little ballerina dance.
The music would block out everything; from her screaming parents; clashing of each other, the breaking of dishes; shattering glass and the pain of everything just disappears. The mesmerized little girl couldn't see the blood, the bruises and the broken pieces on the floor. She was watching her ballerina dance.
Dance, Dance away…
It isn't until she closes the box that reality comes crashing down on her; she can see her father hitting her mother; the smell of alcohol all around, the words of hate and curses being thrown around. She winds it up as fast as she can mange then it opens.
Dance, Dance away….
Everything becomes a little happier, the tears still falling down her face and for the time being she is happy.
Until it stops again. Then she'll have to face the reality.
Dance, Dance away….