dancing all by yourself

your whole life, you have danced alone.
on this stage all by yourself.
you are so comfortable in your space.
the music is all yours.
the beat controls your movement.
you dont follow no one
coz the rhythm comes to you.
you do as you wish
you sway as you want.
you are not perfect
but the stage is all yours.
you are drowning in it
but only in joy you drown you dance you move.
unknowingly capturing the eyes of many.
you are not used to that
because in real life no one pays you any attention.
but they do on this stage
some with malicious intentions
some with wonder
some just wanna join you in having fun

but you
you have danced all by yourself all your life
you do not know how to sync with another
you do not understand how some songs are meant for two
you do not feel comfortable when someone steps in your bubble
so you apologize
or you fight

its okay darling
just go on being you
just keep on dancing alone
one day you will find someone who learns what moves you
then may you find your dance partner

life's dance

we are still dancing
around each other
here, to the same music
with eyes never straying away
from one another
you'd take a step forward
and i'll move 2 steps backwards
yet we are not dancing with each other
yet we haven't reach a mutual distance
i wonder is it me
or is just the way dance is meant to be
for all i really want (sometimes)
is to be in your arms
at your mercy
with you leading the dance
grasping me tightly
never letting me go

dancing

Come on baby
Let's dance
but you refuse
so i hit the floor myself

With the alcohol buzzing
I can't stop moving
I don't care for other
dancing in my little own world

but they never leave me in peace
always wanting to dance with me
always trying to get their lecherous hands on me
always spoiling my fun, disturbing my world

when i felt the next pair of hands
i turned around 
with my fist all ready
to deliver as mighty as a blow as I can

to almost punch the daylights out of you
thank goodness 
for your fast reflexes
or perhaps it was me who was too boozed up

you try to get me off the floor
but the night was still young
and the music's still good
and maybe you can dance with me

realizing it'll be futile
to persuade me off
you just slip your arm around my waist
lingering on the small of my back

i grinned, i giggled into your chest
baby, this not a romantic song
why are you trying to waltz me around
before i knew it, you were storming your way to the bar