tightrope
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Were you ever my friend?
Were we ever good friends?
Sometimes it felt like you were using me,
and now that I know that,
you're losing me.
Somtimes I wish that things could go back,
A moment of anxiety
this is where your tightrope snaps
So you have a choice
To grab onto the rope and swing
try to climb yourself with up the edge with all you've got
bruise your knuckles on the rocks
A young girl, nearly of age, stood at the edge of indecision. Love stretched, reaching to the farthest end of the universe. She stood.
Lead me true
I’m walking on a tightrope
Moving so slow.
I’m walking on a tightrope with
With know where to go.
