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On the Edge

Bridges are collapsing
Foundations slowly crumbling
The tree's are nervously trembling
The wind is roughly whipping
The human mind is crashing
The nervous system tumbling
The tissue is deteriorating
The heart is faintly pumping
My personality is dying
My eyes continue crying
My soul is broken
Into two
If only you could understand
The pain I'm enduring
Then maybe I can finally
Tell you the truth
That those words weren't accidents
Those scars aren't just for show
those tears weren't for drama
Those friends were really foe's
If only I could change
Turn time back thirteen years
Star over clean and brand new
No scars,no burns,no tears
But life isn't a fairytale
No glistening pot of gold
Don't try to walk on floating clouds
You'll just fall down below
Life can be a nightmare
Or your dream come true
But when those tree's start swaying
You'll know I'm telling the truth
The bridges will collapse
You're running out of time
Listen to my advice
"Get out now or lose your mind."



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