Dancing inside,
but I don't have to move.
Just let me lead,
cause this moment's meant for you.
I have no rhythm,
I have no reason,
to be worthy of you.
But I'll rhyme my way,
into whatever gets me through.
Cause with each step,
and with each twirl,
slip into your heart,
while mine's still beating still.
Let each touch be another start,
broken hearts beating to life's march.
Can't promise that,
I'll always be on beat.
But take my hand
and I'll show you what love is meant to be.
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