The Dance
Why must we be victims of chance?
Locked in daily circumstance ?
There is no love, and no romance,
when we are locked inside this power dance.
Were you my partner or just a thief?
Did you come into my life to bring relief?
I guess it all lies in what we believe.
What we give out isn't always what we receive.
Don't play with me,
I am not a toy.
My life was never yours to destroy.
This dance is nearly over
and I have grown.
Now who is left standing all alone?
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