I’m on the edge,
I’m looking over,
And the whole world is pushing,
On my shoulders.
I’m looking over,
And the whole world is pushing,
On my shoulders.
I’m on the edge,
I’m looking over, And the whole world is pushing, On my shoulders.
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Do you remember the conversations,
You had as a child, That shaped you and, Made you who you are today? What number of those, Can you recall, Being on the the side of? It’s odd to think, How many young lives, You may have changed, With the words you have said. Make it stop,
Please, Just give it a rest. I’m trying to sleep, And you’re being a pest. You keep filling my head, With doubt and worry. Just quit it already, I’m getting up early. The ones who trip,
On the path they choose, Are the ones who are blind, To those walking beside them. I feel like I should write a drunken poem,
I think it would be great, But it’s probably fucking awfull, It’s also way too late, To be doing anythig creative, Especially when I’m this fucked, And I can’t be bothered with rhyming, Goodnight everyone |