You are stepping on my toes,
as if we did not perfect this dance.
When I move back, you follow
if I let you get the chance.

Who would take the lead,
when you missed your fate?
I took you by a whirl
as you turned towards the bait.

I taught you how to Waltz
now do it on your own
just do not miss that beat
before we're left as bones

I think of ballrooms
filled with dancing pairs,
only one left alone  
for their own despair.