Out in the cold alone, the streets are
mean after the sun is gone
No one to call her own, the shortest stick
is always what she is drawn.
Led astray by a knife, her troubles
and her past entwined.
Run away from her life, her Devils
aren't that far behind.
Now it’s do or die,
fall or fly, diversify!
Borderline...
Right on the edge of sane and crazy
one step away from clear to hazy.
Borderline, this is the crossroads,
this is the borderline, borderline.
Borderline!
Now people know her name and the
streets are meaner now that she's someone.
She tries but it's the same and her luck
won't change no matter what she's done.
Led astray by a knife, her troubles
and her past entwined.
Run away from her life, her Devils
aren't that far behind.
Now it’s do or die,
fall or fly, diversify!
Borderline...
Right on the edge of sane and crazy
one step away from clear to hazy.
Borderline, this is the crossroads,
this is the borderline, borderline.
Borderline!