I don't know what I want,
all I know is that I ain't the
I don't know where to go,
I don't know where to stay
I don't know if I'll be fine,
Because I'm walking a tightrope,
somebody's idea of a cool joke
And they won't cut me no slack,
And I'm just wondering if
I've been hoping to have two
I've been praying for some grace
I've been wishing like a child used
without no chains or leash
But with every new sting,
I lose my wishful thinking
my straight line of ducks,
I start to lose everything
Because I'm walking a tightrope,
somebody's idea of a future
And they won't cut me no slack,
if they're really that sick
Blade kept close to my throat,
back of me straight into a bone
Don't shoot me back where I came
Man, you really do have no shame
Then call me back, I sneak a tag
I'll see you have revere for me
With this quarter life issue?
Should I just become a nun,
blow a kiss goodbye to fun,
and pray till my wounds bleed?
Maybe then I'd find some peace,
maybe the storm would finally cease
Maybe then the clouds would clear
and the stars would help me steer my way,
Be cause I'm walking a tightrope,
somebody's idea of a fool joke
And they won't cut me no slack,
And I'm just wondering if
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