Edge
Living on the edge but never scared
Just a little bit anxious
And a little bit excited
Falling for free but living for a price
To live you must give up sanity,
Control
Cursed with being you
but not having you
Uncontrollable creations
Of words and actions but full
Accountability that you’re rock
will
get
hurt
With the blood on you’re hands,
would you rather live for a price
or fall for free?