stepped out of the race
i knowingly would lose
i decided to take up a consistent pace
it took everything out of me to lose

the addiction that was like a cloud
of thick, impenetrable slime i can't hide
that kept me ever so proud
of the needles inside

that ***** the side of me that loves the good
don't let me lose concentration
tequila and the beach make me realize they only could
truly leave me ill rationed

always in the mood
to tell you im really not
the prissy *****
you maybe thought i ought

and was to be,
you know you're actually misled
believe me, I'm no sweet pea
my soul is really spread

with grief, toil and strife
though i never stop trying
always easy to live with the knife
keep your mind open, my wet soul's drying

balancing on the tightrope
my visions cast far above me                              (can't see the current circumstance)
seeing that it's easier to cope
with the present                                                    (seein­g you makes my heart dance)