At the only dead-end
hanging on the edge
If I pretend to have it all
they must ignore my fall.
Swinging back and forth
in the timeless rockchair
I recall the sweet bits of my life
trying to ignore the bitterness of their demons
Had I risked it all,
would the audience still applaud when I fall?
Dont worry I am not depressed I just find it easier to write about emotions I have never felt.