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The Edge

With all of these people surrounding me
Tell me why I’m feeling so lonely
These judging stares
Like you don’t care
They’re pushing me,
Pushing me to the edge and

I don’t know what to do and
I don’t know what is true and
Your mind is made up
I’m so messed up
You’re pushing me,
Pushing me to the edge

I walk around this empty hall
Wondering why you don’t call
Can’t take the stares
Someone must care
I’m falling, I’m falling
I’m on the edge and

I don’t know what to do and
I don’t know what is true and
Your mind is made up
I’m so messed up
You’ve pushed me,
Pushed me to the edge

My mind is reeling
Can’t stop this feeling
I’m pullin’ myself,
From the edge

Now I know just what to do and
In my mind I know what’s true and
My mind is made up
I’m not messed up
No one’s gonna push me, push me
To the edge





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