Christopher Cross It's Always Something
Tonight, I take my chance
Tonight, I make my own fate
Tonight, another statistic
Makes the gravest of mistakes
I wonder if they'll even notice when I'm gone
I wonder if they'll even care
Temptation, it taunts me
The urge for escape
The taste of cold steel on my lips
The rope around my neck
These bitter pills and razorblades seal my fate
Demons resolve me
Another voice whispers
This is not your choice
There is more to this if you hold on
Temptation it taunts me
The urge for escape
Hesitation means something
Am I stronger than this?
I choose to hold on
I am not my own, I will not let go
