You're always taking once step forward.
I'm always taking one back.

It's so tiring, this selfish dance of our.

You push me.
I push back, but always a little harder.

We spin, but we never seem to know when to stop.
But finally, when we do, it just doesn't feel right.

I can finally see the people around us, their voices reach my ear, I then begin to panic.
Our dance keeps going.

It never stops, but now everything is out in the open.
It's no longer just us.

Everyone is apart of it.
It's no longer a struggle but it's not completely the way it should be.

It's all wrong.
It's all right.
It's all...