Acrobat

Walking on your tightrop

Feet skimming the air

Head empty and floatingAll I can hear are your words

Making my body tremble

Speaking to my shaking legs

As one foot slip

The view, it's not too far though

Because my aspirations are falling too short

You want me to fall

To descend into the dthe depths 

Of percieved failure

The depths of my faults,

My scars, my dissapointments

I am the skeloten in your closet

Ready to fall

But I'm not going to fall

I'm going to steady myself

And keep walking toward something

Something other than your hate

I'll hold on for something

It's my tightrop now

And while I may teeter

You can never make me lose my balance