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you stand on the edge
your soul in need of mend
so high up that cars look like bugs
but sad for them they will soon be splattered with blood
your toes inch farther off the ledge
but all you need is for somone to beg...
for somone to beg you not to jump over the edge...
but the wind takes a blow and down you go
so very....................very low
your body becomes one with the now blood stained gravel
and now it is you they will have to unravel
- by xX_toxic_emo_panda_Xx |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/30/2009 |
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- Title: ...what to do
- Artist: xX_toxic_emo_panda_Xx
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- Date: 03/30/2009
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