Battle Dance
Everything is on the line, who will win?
You move left, I move right, a risky dance
Defenses are crossed, morals are blurred
Step forward, step back, one move will change all
I never wanted it to end this way
But when you play with fire, you will be hurt
A move is made, sure victory will come
Hands grasping, you are just out of reach
The tables are turned, yet all is equal
You have luck on your side but I have skill
Only silent stares and hollow thoughts
You wanted it all, but I will not give in
A move is made, but it’s too late to change
A chord of fear resonates in both of us
It ‘s ending fast but I don’t want to let go yet
The fun is the game, my hope was in you
But both are dwindling fast, a candle losing spark
You are the music; I am the conductor in this dance
Without one, the other is lost, a delicate balance
This battle is futile, if one wins the other does too
But tonight will be the night that will change
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