Im standing nearer, towards the edge
And I know if I jump, Ill end up dead
The funeral music is already playing in my ear
I find ashes imbedded in my feet
So why does each step I take feel so sweet?
Im moving farther from the center of this social circle
There are hands below that seem to wave to me
With silent promises that it will set me free
The wind is cold on the flesh thats bare,
Proving that I am still there
Before you take apart my dreams, take my hand
Wont you please remind of how this all began?
The melody, the symphony was lost to the words
The ones no one heard
And now Im here
All alone
Now Im gone
On my own
The roses are red
But theyll turn black soon
But dont you weep
Cause Im still here
Even if you cant find me
I am always near
So say your prayer
And leave me be
Or at least, whats left of me
The sky is grey, like its always been
Tell me, what has been my greatest sin?
I wrote all them down in a book of pslams
I climbed to the moon to kiss a star once
Told me Id been away for so many months
Came back down, but everything was the same
My toes curl around the rock, body swayed forward
Eyes are now guided down, and soon Ill be falling toward
The beginning of the ending of my story
Yes, the fading glory
This has all been way overdue
So, sit back and enjoy the view
Watch me hit the end of the slide
Its the end of the ride.
So now Im here
All alone
Then Im gone
On my own
The roses are red
But theyll turn black soon
Dont you weep
Im still here
If you cant find me
I am always near
So say your prayer
And leave me be
Or at least, whats left of me














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Thank you though
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I'll stop writing when they finally chop my hands off!...yeah, you heard me!
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My flame-throwing, acid-spitting, whale-eating monkey-cat-dinosaur shall be named Mr. Snuggles!
I'll stop writing when they finally chop my hands off!...yeah, you heard me!
...CRACK POCKET
I'll be reading you now for sure...
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Good taimes...
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My flame-throwing, acid-spitting, whale-eating monkey-cat-dinosaur shall be named Mr. Snuggles!
I'll stop writing when they finally chop my hands off!...yeah, you heard me!
...CRACK POCKET
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-"Better to have people think you're a fool, than to open your mouth and remove all doubt."
-"Here's to you, 'n here's to me-best of friend's we'll always be, but if we ever disagree? F**k you, and here's to me!"
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My flame-throwing, acid-spitting, whale-eating monkey-cat-dinosaur shall be named Mr. Snuggles!
I'll stop writing when they finally chop my hands off!...yeah, you heard me!
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