We\'ve donned our suits and gowns
Securing masks, meticulously crafted,
upon our faces
These pages being our ballroom
where words waltz in heads
Some tap my shoulder
to offer me a dance
But after a few steps I can tell
I\'m forcing stiff joints to bend and carry me
So I\'ll keep on spinning
through the nights and the days
Until I find a life among the mannequins
that can perfectly relate myself to you