Walk A Fine Line

A step to the right, hell breaks loose
A step to the left, more verbal abuse
Staying the course, a bad way to live
Accepting fate, nothing more to give

I walk a fine line between love and hate
Everyday facing a different phase of fate
Responsibility is drowning my existence
No use to fight or even show resistance

The child inside is suffering for attention
Just something tangible, some affection
Playing is not even a priority at this point
I'd be happy having no one to disappoint

I walk a fine line between evil and good
Confusing even those who understood
Always pushing limits without a reason
Only to find out I committed self treason

Nothing to fear and completely petrified
Have everything and can't be satisfied
Asking for more of the same once more
Something to taste and then again ignore