Attatch

I wish I wasn't so attached to attachment, so I could hold your hand and stay in one piece, Say somethings gotta give, my God I wanna live, but my life's at the end of its lease. So scared I might be, not of lions or heights, so ill keep poking that big cat till it bites. They'll hold onto my arms, to save me when I drown, then whisper in my ear i'm no fun to be around. The labels they sway, bpd to okay, either way I might not make it till the end of today. Help me win this fight, though my army may be small, I've given all I can give to live and thats all.