ryan star
dance with you
I will not dance with you no more. My legs, my feet, my face is so sore. I have been loving you so long; I have been loving you so wrong.  I hold onto you as you hold onto me; I'm afraid to come. I wait there for you as you wait here for me; I'm afraid to come.  I will not dance with you no more. My lips, my face, my dick is so sore. Tell me who you'd rather be; The fool in you, the king in me.  I hold onto you as you hold onto me; I'm afraid to come. As I wait there for you, you wait here for me; I'm afarid to come.  Here, in my room, on the floor, With the blade in your hand, I see you bleed. You always bleed. These numbered days Are on your skin.  I hold onto you, as you hold onto me; I'm afraid to come. 