Am I tiptoeing carefully? Or falling down the stairs?
I still get the feeling that life is never fair.
So should I fashion a dare?
Take a leap of faith with you, or leave with far too many cares?
It seems my life is up in the air.
And all anyone can do is sit and stare.
It seems my hopes are always fleeting.
And my heart and mind can get far too deceiving.
I know I don’t really want to see myself leaving.
Because for you I know I would always be grieving.
At a loss for something that could feel like a breath of fresh air.
But I’m losing the fight, this isn’t fair.