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On the Tightrope


Teeter totter

bottle of liquor

swing, swing

one simple thing

one simple choice

 

"Goodnight babe

I know it's late

I'm sorry I've been busy.

We'll talk in the morning"

Mourning

 

Play on words

out of being bored

He stepped onto the rope

step by step 

a balacing trick

 

"I'm always safe."

Please don't say that

just come down

get off those clouds

boy

 

You were hardly a man

20 years old

Degree some days to go

took a step 

lost your balance

 

for a few clinks

a good time

you were bored

you put on a show

became a clown

 

in your life

on your car

you lost track

my heart lost its beat

it was done

 

you had your dreams

we had our plans

you were changing

one choice

you took a chance

 

in a blink

you were gone

i was left to move along

left stunned

i go on

 

slowly i've grown

tried to stay strong

though sometimes I stall

your memory

pushes me forward

 

To let them all know

of all this pain

other's choices can bring...

 

 

 

 

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