Who I am and who I want to be are equally strange people
What I see and what I want to see are both make believe
What I feel and what I fantasize are out if sight
And who I hold and who I dream about both stay alive when I touch them
You could say I'm balancing on an inifinite line
A thin line that has no other side
And one day, I may fall and who knows where I will land
I just hope that on both sides, nothing is waiting but a hand
