Monday, October 25, 2004

On the edge of another day I stand,
"That first step is always the hardest," they told me.
Well it doesn't really matter does it?
You're going to push me off anyway aren't you?
I feel as if there's nothing more I can do.
You've left me with no control.
I freefall and you have your parachute.
Don't tell me things are hard for you.
I see you on your comfortable journey,
Waving at all you adoring fans,
Doing little loop-de-loops in the sky.
I've almost hit the ground now.
Just enough time to tell you...
Oh forget it.
You wouldn't hear my voice over the crowd.
You won't even hear me hitting the ground.


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