The Ledge-Mary Gauthier

(Mary Gauthier) Under water, under the well Under glass, under a ground swell Chasing bliss, chasing my tail Chasing desire, straight down to hell I couldn't love, could not forgive Didn't know how to live and let live My choices were few On the ledge, looking up at you Over drawn, over fed, Over run, over my head I held a grudge, I held a gun, Held contempt for everyone I couldn't cry, I couldn't learn I didn't flinch when bridges burned I was tost, through and through On the ledge, looking up at you. I lived alone, I lived In rage I lived in darkness inside a cage On the fringe, a refugee I couldn't trace it back to me I grew mean, I grew small I grew tired of it all I couldn't tell false from true On the ledge, looking up at you. Out of luck, out of time Out of control, out of my mind Running scared, running down Running low to the ground The blows were hard, the blows were mean The blows were low, the hits were clean I was left black and blue