She was a dancer.

She danced all day and she danced all night,

The strings round her wrist caused her not to fight.

But they're too tight.

There was an answer.

She plans to cut off the strings,

She wants to go on to other things.

And so she sings.

He was her cancer.

He touches her with his hand, cold and long,

He hates it when she sings her song.

She won't last long.

She was a dancer.

No longer did she want to fight,

She danced once before shutting off the light.

There was no good night.