I will lead.
We move foward. And things are wonderful.
But for every one step forward, it’s two steps back.
I hesitate.
We get off beat.
You step on my toes and I step back.
I pull away and we break apart.
And just like that, you don’t get to hold me so close anymore.
Dec 27, 2011
Dec 27, 2011 at 1:56 AM UTC
I will lead.
We move foward. And things are wonderful.
But for every one step forward, it’s two steps back.
I hesitate.
We get off beat.
You step on my toes and I step back.
I pull away and we break apart.
And just like that, you don’t get to hold me so close anymore.
