edge of the knife

I wanted to be stopped / but I could not be stopped / I swore to make a change / but I would not be changed / at times things got too strange / and I wanted to return / instead I tossed my maps away / and watched the highway burn / sometimes we hear a higher call / that tears us out of our life / I wished to go back home / but found myself living / on the edge of the knife.

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