Living on the Edge...

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**Verse 1:**
They broke down the door in the dead of night,
Took me from my bed, into the cold, hard light,
Hands cuffed tight, I couldn’t fight,
My neighbors watched, and I lost my sight
Of safety, of peace, in my own four walls,
Now every sound’s a threat, every footstep’s a call.
The home I knew, it’s a haunted hall,
No rest, no trust, just waiting to fall.

**Chorus:**
And I’m living on the edge, always on the run,
From shadows in the dark, from what I’ve never done.
They took my freedom, they took my name,
But I’m the one left carrying the shame.
I’m a prisoner in my mind, can’t break free,
From the fear that the next knock’s for me.

**Verse 2:**
The years roll by, but the wounds stay deep,
Every siren’s a scream that haunts my sleep.
No apology, no peace, no relief,
Just an endless cycle of pain and grief.
They say justice is blind, but it sees my face,
Marked by the cuffs and the cold embrace,
Of a system that’s stolen my time and place,
Left me shattered, alone, and out of grace.

**Chorus:**
And I’m living on the edge, always on the run,
From shadows in the dark, from what I’ve never done.
They took my freedom, they took my name,
But I’m the one left carrying the shame.
I’m a prisoner in my mind, can’t break free,
From the fear that the next knock’s for me.

**Bridge:**
Every car that stops, every door that slams,
Is a trigger that echoes, “Here they come again.”
I can’t escape the chains they put on me,
In a world where I thought I was free.
But they’ve got the keys, and I’m just a ghost,
In the shell of a life that I loved the most.

**Chorus:**
And I’m living on the edge, always on the run,
From shadows in the dark, from what I’ve never done.
They took my freedom, they took my name,
But I’m the one left carrying the shame.
I’m a prisoner in my mind, can’t break free,
From the fear that the next knock’s for me.

**Outro:**
And now every day is a waiting game,
For the ghosts in blue to call my name.
But it’s not just the night, it’s the light of day,
That reminds me, in this world, I’ve lost my way.
So I carry the weight, though the crime’s not mine,
In a world that’s broken, out of time.

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