The Edge
On the edge
Staring down
At the cliff
Am I all that’s left
Down the barrel of a loaded gun
Says the man to his son
Leave me here
It’s not worth it
I’m not here to fear you
I’m here to let you go
As we fall from the edge together
It seems like tomorrow isn’t here
It won’t come
My life
It’s come undone
This game is done
My song is sung
The prize I keep
For myself
Is not for you
But for myself
I’m trying to be better
But that isn’t good enough
It simply won’t do
It’s just an excuse
For why I could never follow you
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