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Standing over a fault line with a foot planted on either side |
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With the only world I ever knew balanced on one shoulder |
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And a heart I'm just getting used to beating on the other sleeve |
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I stood my ground in a place I knew I might never find peace |
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And as my foundation shakes |
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I'm left to wonder |
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Did I nurture this expanding divide |
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Golden bridges turn the color of flame |
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And suicide missions are redeemed when they become fatalities of natural disasters |
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My steel core is melting |
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Oh |
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If you only knew about the doubts I allowed |
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To grow up through the cracks |
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Pushing their way out |
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Grasping at sunlight |
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I can't choose a side |
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But I can't stay here anymore |
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Standing on the edge |
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A voice begins to whisper |
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I've tried to ignore it |
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But I can't avoid such a groundbreaking revelation |
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Standing on the edge of an abyss |
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Because I'm holding onto so much |
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I just might lose it all |
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I know where my real home is |
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And I'm leaving it behind |
