i'm walking on a thin line and my hands are tied I Have no where to hide

standing at a cross roads I don't know where to go Im feeling so exposed i'm caught in between where i'm going and where i've been but i know there isnt any turning back it's like i'm balanced on the edge it's like i'm hanging by a thread but i'm not that girl who going to turn my bac and run away I have to stand up now be a big girl face the world face him face jacob