Just around the idea of stepping off the edge
Hoping my fall lands into a familiar place
A familiar face, can we leave this place?
Get from my feet, up on my machines
By my dark,
wicked spin,
living life from a cutter's wrist
There can be no grateful sign,
can't you see my breath is gone?
Bury my head to hide from reality
I'll make a new day for myself, from on my own
Watch as I play out the strings of moving so fortitude
By my dark, wicked spin,
living life from a cutter's wrist
There can be no grateful sign,
can't you see my breath is gone?
Let me
sleep tonight, where we feel safe inside
To dance,
lift these walls,
expand quick with every strike I shudder at the weight
rippling through my drifting mind
What if I knew the journey is not time?
All gone
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