Tightrope.

Walking the tightrope between love and lust I fell hard for the drama,
Things will always turn sour and the blade stains the irony.
My mind draws a blank on the scene it just witnessed,
Another body to add to the count scored within your soul.

I screamed for them to bring the needle so you couldn't get me now,
You lie behind my eyes, babe, a ghost with heightened exposure.
They told me I was a bad girl, and locked me within these walls,
No matter how much we explained, our words meant nothing at all.