Edge
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Teetering on the edge, knuckles white
Mind racing, why am I here? spiraling
What can I hold? Or what can hold me?
How can it all somehow turn out right?
Teetering on the edge, knuckles white
Mind racing, why am I here? spiraling
What can I hold? Or what can hold me?
How can it all somehow turn out right?
It's hard to see how close we are to the edge.
We'd be dead with just one step.
Just one move--we'd lose our way.
Every day, on the brink of insane
A fragile line to separate the sides
I cannot begin to imagine
What comes within this baggage
Friendship! What a slippy, messy slope?!!
A non-romantic relationship
Where two hearts begin to elope
Silently she walked
through the deep woods
taking every step into consideration
tasting every wooded scent in the cool air
the edge of darkness is near
the breeze of the valley below cold on her skin
