Tightrope Walker

I think I lost myself
In the picture of my life
A darker room then yesterday
Appearing to my tired eye

I get up and walk the stairs
Away from my bed that feels so safe
I put so many things in my trunk
Suitcases no one else would care about

One more way to cope with
One more day to lose
I keep walking faster
One more day to choose

Put one foot in front of the other
Everything could tear me down
I'm just a tightrope-walker
Always staring at the ground

Every day I think about
The peak that seemed so high
But now I see the mountain
No horizon is in sight

Everything I have achieved
Just seems to dissapear
Like a tiny skipping stone that's
Drowning in the mountain lake