I walk on a tightrope
One foot in front of the other
Slowly cautiously
Step by step
I make my way across
I look up and see you at the end
I increase my pace as I'm fulfilled with envy
Stumbling over my words
Tripping over my feet
I slip off the rope
Realizing my place
I ready myself to continue my fate
My hips tangle in string
Tightening themselves
Caught by a single hand
Weather it's mine or yours is beyond me
It drags me back up
And pats me on the head
Regardless of what I do I'm left standing again
Still crossing that rope left to repeat
With no new knowledge entering your mind
Your completely clueless
Your making me the same
