The Prom (Part 2-The Voice and the Pulse)

The music is on, like hell banging
Almost everybody's dancing
Some dudes are in a corner, laughing at those with 2 left feet
Some ladies are by the punch bowl, slightly grooving to the beat

Whispers pass by my ear
The feeling of longing a certain someone to be near
I feel a bad aura at my back
Or is it just a dance move that I lack

Taking solitary walks
Listening to the talk of the talks
You don't know that it's you that's hurting me
Taking my sip on the cup I filled with Iced Tea

I'm blind at thoughts of you holding her hand
My heart falls off, why can't I still understand?
That I should be happy for you
Yet, why am I still blue?

The music's off yet the night's still young
I see you alone, I think my I lost my left lung
I reached out a hand, yet you averted your gaze
Went away, left me in a maze

So as you see, you should've saved the last dance for me
Yet the sight of the one you really love
Well, shouldn't really mind me...
At all...