Tightrope

I’m walking on a tightrope looking straight down asking myself if I take the fall will I find happiness after all.

Feels like I have nothing left to offer so here I go.

This isn’t goodbye it’s just another blimp in time that I’ll be gone but will meet again once you reach the sky.

These words I write are not meant to be sad I just wanted to confess that I’m a mess and keep pretending that I’m not empty and just passing time.

This isn’t goodbye it’s just another blimp in time that I’ll be gone but will meet again once you reach the sky.

This tightrope is shaking and I don’t know how to fly.

This tightrope is shaking and I don’t know how to fly.

This tightrope is shaking and I don’t know how to fly.

This isn’t goodbye it’s just another blimp in time that I’ll be gone but will meet again once you reach the sky.

I’m walking on a tightrope looking straight down asking myself if I take the fall will I find happiness after all.

Feels like I have nothing left to offer so here I go.

Here I go

Here I go

Here I go