I think I’m hiding
I get so scared
Who would have thought
That I could be so impaired?
Hangin’ from the edge
My finger hold’s just so strong
How come no one has noticed
That it’s been the same all along?
I think I’m running
I get so tight
Who would have guessed
That I could’ve been this right?
Leaning on the edge
I feel the gravity seduce
I hear the plummet calling
And there’s no excuse
No license no sense
What’s the point in learning?
You bring presence tense
And I can feel the churning
No credit no cause
What’s the point in ruling?
You say you only bent some laws
Well who’d you think you’re fooling?
I think I’m living
But I’m not quite sure
Who would have guessed
At all these things I’ve endured?
I’m counting on privilege
And hanging on by a thread
If the fight is to the finish
I think I’ll bail out here instead
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