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

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