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You learnt to tread the thread of life, for you knew if you leaned too much
Were you ever my friend? Were we ever good friends? Sometimes it felt like you were using me, and now that I know that, you're losing me. Somtimes I wish that things could go back,
A moment of anxiety this is where your tightrope snaps So you have a choice To grab onto the rope and swing try to climb yourself with up the edge with all you've got bruise your knuckles on the rocks
A young girl, nearly of age, stood at the edge of indecision. Love stretched, reaching to the farthest end of the universe. She stood.
Lead me true I’m walking on a tightrope Moving so slow. I’m walking on a tightrope with With know where to go.