As I stare to the unascertained
Your face, still tainted on my brain
With the music you've left
Made wretchedness out of the Astaire
Repressed by all the madness
Crippled to take a step to have this dance
This new-found glory
Made us just all weary
They all shouted my name with honor
Synonymously with hatred
And as I have said, I've tried
They took a deep breath, and deflated with a roaring sigh
What is intention without emotion?
A self-fulfilling satisfaction?
A denial of ones true purpose?
Could be just another deception
A beautiful performance
A pretentious guilt
I was never a dancer
But you've always been a believer
I did all this just to save you from the fall
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