I've been pushed to the edge
Now I stand there looking down
Your fat ... your the problem
The voices say, they're all around
I feel like it's a dream
That I'll wake up safe and sound
but then why am I so sad
Why do I tell myself not to jump
from fear of hitting the ground
So I sit here afriad and lost
hoping my answers maybe found

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