Our love is a strange dance of pretense.Your turn to curstsy
My turn to bow.We both need to agree to walk off the dance floor
Into the welcoming embrace of the last goodbye
Because as yet happiness is a long dream  that I have yet to see come true
This might be a sad statement coming from grief
But I've grown tired of pain sinking its sharp teeth into me
My entire being is so hurt and each day it keeps getting worse
This strange dance is no longer a slight chance for me or you
In keeping up with this strange dance
Once long ago in the past I would have tried
But realize now its simply time to say my last goodbye to this
Strange dance