with every push from them
i move closer to the edge
not ready to fall
not ready to break
not ready to heal myself
and put things back in place

with every pull they give
i can't seem to gain balance
not holding onto anything
so i stumble back
not watching where my legs are going
where my feet are going at

someone, let me stand good
someone, take my hand
i'm weakening every step of the way
my spirit's off the land

someone, save me from them
someone, save me from myself
someone, don't leave me all alone
sitting on life's shelf