I danced my way to she,
then she danced
her way away,
right there in that hanger,
so hanger far away.
Is this how it is to be,
for the remainder
of my days,
that I could find one
to have and
to hold,
and to with together
grow old,
only to have her
dance her way away,
and leave me
standing there,
lonely and alone.
So ours did not last,
as her leaving left,
then it did not last
with the one
that took it all away,
as endless be this cycle,
nevermore, nevermore.
