The Line
I’m standing on this line
I cant take one step forward or back
How many days have I been here
I cant seem to keep track
If I spend another day
I think I’ll go out of wack
Because another day on this line
Is having white turn into black
I’m standing on this line
I’m watching people fall and rise
I’m standing on this line
And I’m blinded by your lies.
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