All the **** that happens when you're lost slipping back and forth on the edge of reality and what's meant to be no firm ground and waiting for a final choice to be made by someone other than me.
I want to know, need to see what's really meant to be and am unwilling To step up and ask for the things that I need.
I dance in defiance of things unsaid waiting for You to speak up and take the lead, knowing it's the very least you could do.
The knowledge that no one else is going to come forward and save me by doing the right thing is a breath that echos and slowly kills.
Lady Justice, blindfolded, holding the scales which way will the pendulum finally swing? Held under the surface, how long till you will be able to come up again for clean air?
A choice at some point must be made, so many before you, what do you choose?
Wanting you to make me who I am and who you are to become, the directions fall from beneath my feet and i just want You to move forward and make a final choice for the both of us.
Be a man, my man, and draw the line around us, all that is and might possibly be, rests in between your potential and love for me.
Will you draw that final line, And make the ultimate save?