Torch

So you did fairly well with the goals you set for your pride

And even though you’re like a tightrope walker with a fear of heights

And your legs wobble and your arms helplessly flail around

You strive to maintain the highest level of not giving up

 

No matter how hard you try

To shut down your feverish thoughts

They hunt you down with no regret

Cause you have to fix it all

 

Lunatic Soul - Blood on the Tightrope

Done