I had a title before I went to sleep last night and I can't remember it now but it was too good to name this something else

You've been putting your heart in too many cold hands
When you should be guarding it from the treacheries of the dance
Round and round and round and round you go
Where you’ll stop becomes predictable
My temperature is no different from the ones that you see
But from where you stand the mercury appears differently
Come my turn to choke you, I pray it won't hurt
Because the same hands that hold you will be the fingers at your throat
A lover’s touch confusing
Familiar dread in your voice
Funny thing is though, this was your decision.
Not my choice.
And what do you want now?
You’re wondering why your life’s so tough?
Well let me tell you something…
…nevermind I’ve already told you enough.