I Come Alive In The Dance Studio

I'm a dancer

When I walk into the broad four-walled
studio
Filled with an emptiness that curses
at the arrival of my happy feet
I smile
Because I know something's been waiting
for me
It's been waiting for me to show
Emotions with no one else in the room
Hoping I fall and stop the racket
for a while,
But no

When the boom box is on display
Bursting with beats
deafening to the ear
The mirrors quaker
Shattering in glasses of millions
'Cause my feet have hit the mark

And when the mirrors mend themselves together
After a jam-packed session,
I'll watch them hesitate until I'm out of the room
Only then will I feel like a Queen
At least I will own one thing