EDGE OF A CLIFF

Just close your eyes
The time has come
the clock has stopped
and the road is done

The path we traveled it was rough
somehow we never got enough
the emotions in it, kept us with it
but my heart and head say stop

here we are
at the edge of this cliff
the voice i hear
is in the distant abyss
and i wish that i
could tell you how when and why
but my lips are glued closed and im pissed

at the edge that we r standing i can see us maybe fall
at the edge that we r standing i can see one step back wont be all
cause it takes and takes and takes more than just that
to save you and me and break this bad habitat

here we are
at the edge of this cliff
the voice i hear
is in the distant abyss
and i wish that i
could tell you how when and why
but my lips are glued closed and I'm pissed

Look around you, we are here and I didn't even force you
no whispers in ears and no needing to coerce you
side by side we may stand but we're on uneven grounds
in case you needed me to tell you, its a lonely fall down

Don't grab my hand, don't reach for me I can't stand to hear your voice
fooled me once and tricked me twice, but I know I have a choice
leaving you how rough its been has no end and has no start
with your next step, please don't forget, to let go of my heart


at the edge that we r standing i can see us maybe fall
at the edge that we r standing i can see one step back wont be all
cause it takes and takes and takes more than just that
to save you and me and break this bad habitat

cause it takes and takes and takes more than just that
to save you and me and break this bad habitat

Leaving you how rough its been but it has no end and has no start
with your next step you take, please don't forget
Don't grab my hand, don't reach for me I can't stand to hear your voice
fooled me once and tricked me twice, please don't forget
I know I have a choice, but please don't forget : let. go. of. my. heart.

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