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Burning on the Edge
Contributed by
Exodus-On-Life
on
Tuesday, 2nd December 2003 @ 12:50:34 PM in AEST
Topic:
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Forgetting first impression
Escaping all the change
Losing my discretion
Remembering your name
No time in life to make a day
So close to the edge
So far from escape
Relating to the long lost touches
You cut me deeper all the time
Losing touch with reality
Never able to make mine
Scarred with attention
Burnt to a subtle crisp
No time in life to make it
Longing for lips
Speak the words
And tell the stories
Forget who you were yesterday
Submit to the feelings
That hold you and they will
Get away from your disaster
You run from me, even still
Permit me to cross here
Don't burn the bridge
Break off both my legs
My heart exposed and sitting on the ledge
And I'm standing so close yet so far from the edge
Losing my discretion
Day by awful day
Falling towards disaster
Burning all the bridges
Breaking all my legs
Standing still always
Sitting atop this awful edge
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Re: Burning on the Edge
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by secretwind on
Tuesday, 2nd December 2003 @ 01:18:50 PM AEST
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Well done-speak the words tell the story...classic lines...good write.
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