I used to dance
the way some girls cry
and some girls lie
to get out of that mess
of always feeling like less
than they're actually worth.

And now I can't forget
the time he watched
and completely botched
that simple hello
because I simply said no
but he didn't listen.

And it's unnerving to me
that my "no" wasn't enough
and then he got rough
because he wanted to have me
and he refused to see
I wasn't his to have.

Now I don't dance
I need to feel protected
and momentarily connected
to whoever happens to be there
I convince myself they care
but then I met you

And you held me for real
and I started to feel
like I wanted to dance again.