I'm getting tired of this dance
it never stops
and it's always your hand
on my back
always out of step
I'm clumsy
stepping on toes
and I hear you wince
I've always danced alone
but this time
where are my manners?
You're far too courteous
Where is this music coming from?
I've never heard it
yet my feet still move
You're my partner again?
The band is tired
is this the end?
my everything aches
but your ankle, swollen red
End it
End it all
make it stop
you're bleeding out
I'm sorry
it's my fault
don't pity me
They need you, too
Ruby floors
no more cries
is that you?
The Nocturne returns.
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