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 From feeling alright, feeling okay 20 milligrams away From feeling no hurt, feeling no pain Half a bottle away From feeling alright, feeling okay 20 milligrams away From feeling no hurt, feeling no pain Love and hate, laughter, tears Passion, pain, respect and fear Pride and shame, body, soul Growth and change, chaos and control Genius, insanity Realism, ideality Truth and lies, whispers, screams Heaven and Hell, nightmares and dreams Walking on a fine line It’s easy to forget forget My balance, it could fail me now And I’m walking without a net It seems a futile effort For me not to cross that line I never know which side I’m on At any given time Each day’s a new adventure Is he Jeckyl, is he Hyde Will cooler heads prevail Or will I be the beast inside My thoughts are lost in transit Baggage missing from a plane Lost en route, destination unknown Crash landing in my brain Love and hate, laughter, tears Passion, pain, respect and fear Pride and shame, body, soul Growth and change, chaos and control Genius, insanity Realism, ideality Truth and lies, whispers, screams Heaven and Hell, nightmares and dreams In the past, in the moment Insofar as the eye can see Indiscretion, Indecision Inability Unsuspecting, Unfeeling Undeniably Unashamed, unremorseful Unaccountability Once again I’m on a fine line And I’m not quite sure what to do There’s no one in this world I loved as much as I love you When life hands you a gift And you question if it’s earned They’ll second guess, call the party off Your gifts will all be returned Love and hate, laughter, tears Passion, pain, respect and fear Pride and shame, body, soul Growth and change, chaos and control Genius, insanity Realism, ideality Truth and lies, whispers, screams Heaven and Hell, nightmares and dreams When did saying good-bye turn into self-preservation When did wondering why turn into self-fascination When did the pain inside turn into self-mutilation When did ‘hue and cry’ turn into self-proclamation When did being shy turn into self-infatuation When did getting high turn into self-medication When did words I rhyme turn into self-observation When did my fine line turn into self-revelation Love and hate, laughter, tears Passion, pain, respect and fear Pride and shame, body, soul Growth and change, chaos and control Genius, insanity Realism, ideality Truth and lies, whispers, screams Heaven and Hell, nightmares and dreams Half a bottle away From feeling alright, feeling okay 20 milligrams away From feeling no hurt, feeling no pain Half a bottle away From feeling alright, feeling okay 20 milligrams away From feeling no hurt, feeling no pain |