Borderline

I'm in purgatory, Middle of the story, Pulling back and forth from surrender and glory. All the pressure internally, It could very well be the death of me. Caught up in the middle, Center of the limbo, Seeing through the shards of a broken window. If the looking glass disagrees, It could very well be the death of me. Life goes on; new day, same show, 'Cause if I change I could feel more low, So I do another Encore, One more, When it hurts the most. Calling it quits, I don't want to admit that I'm Stuck in the cracks I'm going down fast tonight. Calling it quits, I don't wanna make up my mind. No going back 'cause I'm already on the Borderline