Fighting with violence on my mind
Thoughts I can’t define tell me I'm waiting here to die
Running out of time I find myself wondering
Why try when every ending is in sight?

Maybe I'm just scared to grow
Too afraid of letting go
And I confess I'm so alone
I'm on a tightrope, scared to die young
Every color fades to gray
As the feeling fades away
And I confess I’ve dug my grave
I'm on a tightrope, scared to die young

Now I'm ashamed what I gave then was not enough
I'm not the same as the day that I'm talking of
But I'm aware that I'm barely just hanging on
I see my shame in the darkness I'm running from

And I find myself wondering: Why try when I'm on the edge of a knife?

Maybe I'm just scared to grow
Too afraid of letting go
And I confess I'm so alone
I'm on a tightrope, scared to die young
Every color fades to gray
As the feeling fades away
And I confess I’ve dug my grave
I'm on a tightrope, scared to die young

And now it’s clear I’ve come undone
We said that what’s done is done
And I'm aware I'm drawing blood
To settle what I’ve become

Maybe I'm just scared to grow
Too afraid of letting go
And I confess I'm so alone
I'm on a tightrope, scared to die young
Every color fades to gray
As the feeling fades away
And I confess I’ve dug my grave
I'm on a tightrope, scared to die young