Eighth floor, downtown south

Sat on the couch

Told my story

Twenty-eight years gone so slow

Nowhere to go

All for family

Mistakes were made, hidden in the dark

Where do I start

From a place called lonely

Balloons for birthdays

Books at bedtime

Pigtails in the mirror

Practice at nine

Everything’s ok

Perfect and fine

I’m runnin on the wheel

I’m walkin’ a fine line

There was always that time that it wasn’t enough

Not enough stuff

From all up to down

Makin the rounds, talk was cheap

Never too deep

Hear the silent sounds

Starved for touch, so confused

How do I use

The sadness found

Candles for cakes

Swimmin’ at the pool

Sleep over tonight

Piano after school

Everything’s ok

Perfect and fine

I’m runnin on the wheel

I’m walkin’ a fine line

Further apart, it began to grow

Hitting new lows

All Around all success

Beginning to find the reasons why

Maybe I can try

To find more with less

Crossing lines with similar ways

Listening pays

When you must confess

Another class trip

A new prom dress

Learner’s permits

Bedrooms all a mess

Everything’s ok

Perfect and fine

I’m runnin’ on the wheel

I’m walkin’ a fine line

Eighth floor, downtown south

Sat on the couch

That’s my story

Twenty-eight years, now in the past

Gone so fast

Found my family

Blood lines, makin’ me whole

More to my soul

Living truthfully

Caps, gowns, and tassels

Traveling abroad

Acceptance with no hassles

Grad school on board

Everything’s ok

Perfect and fine

I’m standin’ on the wheel

No more a fine line