pulled to bleeding extremes
pulled away from one’s dream
how close we travel to beyond
how horrible one’s life is pawned
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tightrope walking on the sill
there is no magical, happy pill
held ransom by love so misunderstood
shaped and tangled driftwood
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when will it end, who will bend
how many awful moments will you spend
wandering lost, no release
when will the fighting ever cease
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the remedy is not simple
ripple effects leave a horrid dimple
what you say or what you don’t
consequences say I won’t
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on the outside viewing in
you say stand tall, stick out your chin
you are not the one who will receive the blows
you have not wandered where the shadow shows
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the fear is deep, the joy replete
there is no hope, only defeat
do what I say or you are on your own
so this is the path that I must own