I step over the edge My feet feel the rope Test it And then I step again Fully on the line And at first I feel as though I will fall I wobble and I lean over what feels like miles And I don't want to fall It's a fine line and I'm not sure I know how to walk it But I hope with you here I can take your hand Walk it to the end Lest I fall off again And start all over again
I feel like I am walking on a tightrope Gently balancing myself On the thin line Between trying too hard And letting go I sway to one side More often than the other And I am finding it difficult To regain my balance
Running when you shouldn't be, racing for the exits. Jumping for the nearest window, though every part of you says it: Don't even try it. You won't make the leap. The glass is only touched by a finger- tip. You're walking a tightrope and the ***** is steep.
he walked on a tightrope with your glass heart lost the plot in the story your eyes told and when his balance followed, your world became one million tiny shards of fear
I spent the rest of my life picking up the pieces And only got to 999,999.
This is about losing someone to commitment issues. It's a particularly conflicting heartbreak that consists of so much love, yet so much contrast and confusion. You may or may not be the love of my life, but regardless, these words are for you.
My tightrope stretched across the void. Unimaginable pain on one side; a new uncharted land on the other. Balancing anger, pain, loss and a sack of regrets, I concentrated on the next step and no further. With no sense of what may lay beyond, I went on.
Carrying loss. Fearing change. Carrying on nevertheless.