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Last Dance
Last Dance
I
guess I’m becoming an adult. Why am I so anxious? People live in the past today
as well. The world goes around fine without me. I’m still young, I’m still
immature. Why am I such a fool?
You become a faint light between the stars and you beckon me. Do I seem
lonely because I’m alone? Why are my eyes tearing up like this?
Times that I was so happy even without everything, it seems like it was
yesterday. But I came too far, I don’t remember anymore. Because everything
was for the first time I was clumsy and filled with butterflies. Memories of those
times are still like a dream; but where am I going now?
The music keeps on playing and I’m waiting for you right here. Please give me a
chance. Please just once. And then I’ll promise you that it won’t take too long.
As I write this I’ll go back to you. If only I could see the beautiful you again. I will
listen to our song with you and have a last dance. Remember this moment
always. Just one last dance.