Dancing Through Hell

I’m alone so often,
I can hardly tell.
Who I should trust,
to take me through hell.

It’s a dirty job,
but you love to do it anyway.
If it’s worth doing it all,
you may as well do it the hard way.

Dancing for you,
is all that I need.
Too weak to stop,
too strong to heed.

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