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