If your hand could reach inside my heart,

What would you do with it?

Would you rip it from my chest

And dance on it until every beat is a cry of agony?

Before you waltzed the waltz of insincere lovers,

I believed in your actions—

You carried yourself gracefully.

And I wanted to write you a melody

That soothed your untamed soul.

But you found another partner

Twenty minutes into the ball

And left me to dance with myself.