Sweat fills my eyes
As I gasp for more breath
Sometimes I think,
Do I wish for my death?
I stand in the path
Of the fan's chill air,
As dampness drips
From my face and my hair.
My skin feels like ice
As my sweat meets the breeze
Of the fan set on high,
My skin seems to freeze.
I change coins for tokens
As my skin slowly dries,
I step up again,
And my fatigue soon dies.
Drop out killed me,
I had not a chance.
That was a song,
I'd need experience to dance.
Today was an interesting one,
I made a new friend.
A maniac player named Chris
Urged me for the tough end.
I danced to maniac level,
On songs I never thought to,
Finally someone,
I don't look so far up to.
The other maniacs I've seen,
They're kind of cold.
They're language and self-stature
Gets really old.
I have higher goals,
And can't wait to dance,
And enter again,
A higher level of trance.