BB Grey–musings

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“Steps Back”

(Song #2)

[Verse 1]
I’d take a step toward her, reaching out slow,
Meeting her where she was, where she couldn’t go.
The space she might’ve claimed, I stole it away,
So she carved out more, stepped back to stay.

From that new ground where we stood, I could see,
Every move I made pushed her further from me.
The drift grew wide, a silent retreat,
With every step forward, I lost her beat.

[Chorus]
Lonely, lonely, lonely, the distance sings,
Frustration bleeds into everything.
She wanted me near, but I couldn’t tell,
I’m the frog turned king in an empty shell.
Lonely, lonely, lonely, at least she’s mine,
Telling myself it’ll all be fine.

[Verse 2]
Resentment rose, its ugly head bared,
I stopped chasing her, too tired to care.
A step back now, then another I’d take,
Trapped in a dance neither could break.
She thought I was him, but I never was,
I covered the parts she loved because—
They faded from sight, slipped out of her view,
A vanishing cloak I disappeared into.

[Chorus]
Lonely, lonely, lonely, the distance sings,
Frustration bleeds into everything.
She wanted me near, but I couldn’t tell,
I’m the frog turned king in an empty shell.
Lonely, lonely, lonely, at least she’s mine,
Telling myself it’ll all be fine.

[Bridge]
You can’t keep throwing rocks, I said with a sigh,
Expecting glass walls not to shatter and die.
I picked up a stone so she couldn’t throw,
But glass houses break when the heavy winds blow.
Hay, wood, or stone, it’s all the same,
When you’re the wolf in your own game.
Blow it all down, let it fall apart,
She carved the hollow in my heart.

[Verse 3]
Now I sit here, doing my time,
Wishing’s a fool’s coin, not worth a dime.
The story I tell, wrapped up in rhyme,
Promises peace I’ll never find.
She stayed herself, I drifted away,
Suffering less, but lost in the gray.
The king I became, with nothing inside,
A throne of echoes where loneliness hides.

[Chorus]
Lonely, lonely, lonely, the distance sings,
Frustration bleeds into everything.
She wanted me near, but I couldn’t tell,
I’m the frog turned king in an empty shell.
Lonely, lonely, lonely, at least she’s mine,
Telling myself it’ll all be fine.

[Outro]
Lonely, lonely, lonely, the rhyme goes on,
A vanishing cloak ‘til the king is gone.
Glass walls break, and the rocks still fly,
At least she’s mine—my fragile lie.

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