The Edge
Nothing lost when there’s nothing left to gain
Not when I’ve lost it all before
I keep on climbing just to see where I am
But I just don’t care anymore
I hope someday I will just fall off the edge
Perhaps I’ll feel something new
Gone past the days of jumping into my lies
Gone past the ways I fell for you
There’s nothing special in the path that I chose
When I was really pushed along
Everything good is just a place I like to hide
Everything true is just a dying song
Perhaps someday I will come around
In death or in a dream
Someday I hope I’ll learn to be real
Somewhere beneath the mountain’s stream
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