I stand on a line, a line so fine that the chalk fades more every minute i count.
i wonder if anyone will be there to bail me out.
as i walk foot on line, i leave a mark of the soul of the shoe that i shined.
on one side i have good and on the other is the bad. but i'm stuck in the middle being bribed grabbed and dragged, pulled to each side like a vicious tug of war.
My mind screams out as i stumble to the floor.
as if i could be innocent enough to be good but i've been bad enough to be painted with red.
it's hard to know what is exactly going on in my head.
so i stand up and smile for i know what to do,
i put my hands in my pockets and walk in my shoes.
i walk on a line, a line so fine the chalk fades every minutes i count.
my soul is always there to bail me out.