Tightrope

Fighting with violence on my mind

Thoughts I can't define

Tell me I'm waiting here to die

Running out of time

I find myself wondering

Why try when every ending is in sight?

Maybe I'm just scared to grow

Too afraid of letting go

And I confess I'm so alone

I'm on a tightrope, scared to die young

Every color fades to gray as the feeling fades away

And I confess I've dug my grave

I'm on a tightrope, scared to die young

Now I'm ashamed what I gave then was not enough

I'm not the same as the day that I'm talking of

But I'm aware that I'm barely just hanging on

I see my shame in the darkness I'm running from

And I, I find myself wondering

Why try when I'm on the edge of a knife?

Maybe I'm just scared to grow

Too afraid of letting go

And I confess I'm so alone

I'm on a tightrope, scared to die young

Every color fades to gray as the feeling fades away

And I confess I've dug my grave

I'm on a tightrope, scared to die young

And now it's clear I've come undone

We said that what's done is done

And I'm aware I'm drawing blood

To settle what I've become

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Maybe I'm just scared to grow

Too afraid of letting go

And I confess I'm so alone

I'm on a tightrope, scared to die young

Every color fades to gray as the feeling fades away

And I confess I've dug my grave

I'm on a tightrope, scared to die young