i tought we were going well
happiness shimming around us
or so i thought
i thought we were still on the same chapter
guess i got left behind
wass moving too slow for you
you were too anxious to slow down
match my pace
chalk on the slate
thought youdcatch me as i slip of thecliff
only to realise our hands have been untieed
i tought we were dancing
only to find my self on a lone ballroom floor
with spectactors rediculating me
not noticing my tears streaming down
watching you laughing at some joke
poke fun at my moves ,only to forget
that i taught you to dance
but what can a sheep farmer say





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