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