The Dance

We dance the same old dance and each time you dip me I fall harder than before.
And you twirl me and you throw me,
I'm disoriented and confused.
I see you look at her and hold me tight,
I feel used.
You let me go, I start to spin,
I close my eyes...afraid that I'll fall again.
So I hold my breath, I won't share that with her too.
Because it's mine, and mine alone.
In the end we stand again, I look sad, you call me 'friend'.
But I still have my breath, as I always will.
And even now, as we stand still,
the music starts and the crowd begins to sway.
You ask me to dance, and I say..
yes.
In the end we dance the same old dance, again.