I have this dance
The partners change
and so does the style
but it always ends the same
Sometimes the dance is a waltz
and I am held gently
being swept across the floor
my feet hardly touching it
Sometimes the dance is a mosh pit
where I am thrown around
I ache all over
And am left at the mercy of others
Some of my partners are kind
They lead me softly
and I know I'm safe
Other times my partners are not.
I am at their mercy
and I pray that I'll live to dance another day
No matter what the dance is
or who my partner is
at the end of the night
I leave alone
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 8:13 PM UTC
I have this dance
The partners change
and so does the style
but it always ends the same
Sometimes the dance is a waltz
and I am held gently
being swept across the floor
my feet hardly touching it
Sometimes the dance is a mosh pit
where I am thrown around
I ache all over
And am left at the mercy of others
Some of my partners are kind
They lead me softly
and I know I'm safe
Other times my partners are not.
I am at their mercy
and I pray that I'll live to dance another day
No matter what the dance is
or who my partner is
at the end of the night
I leave alone
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