I didn’t find my, my way out.
All the suburbs strapped in the mind.
All the city that all fast up,
That gives the reason when you fall.

On a tightrope, that is eager to be
On a tightrope, stretch out the two side of me,
On a tightrope, and I can’t see the ground,
On a tightrope, but I’m not looking down.

I had to hate you to love you more
But I can’t forgive that you made me poor.
I’ve every answer of blood, so [bad word] And you made me break my, my [bad word] 

On a tightrope, that is eager to be
On a tightrope, stretch out the two side of me,
On a tightrope, and I can’t see the ground,
On a tightrope, but I’m not looking down.

On a tightrope.

On a tightrope, that is eager to be
On a tightrope, stretch out the two side of me,
On a tightrope, and I can’t see the ground,
On a tightrope, but I’m not looking down.