i was the dancer, you were the song
hands laced together, we both sang along
then one day the melody stopped in its tracks
the trebles and trembles, they faded to black
curtain drawn darkly, ovation appealed
last kiss for the night i'll quietly steal
cheeks red with blood and lips full of ice
i said the words but we both paid the price
with flourish and fancy i stood on my toes
and wished and beseeched to be free from the throes
..from aching and hurting and painful ill will
apathy, anger, and blackness until
i find myself once again in a dream
singing a lyric with familiar themes.