i can't decide
which way to turn
what door to choose
which bridge to burn
you're making things
too hard to handle
too much to take
i can't hold on
i'm losing my grip
the edge is wet
and my fingers begin
to slip
i wish
that you would
take my hand
pull me up
just say the words
i long to hear
foolish yes
but that's my
prayer
so save me now
i'm losing grip
my fingers slip















Comments
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I got an idea, an idea so smart my head would explode if I even began to know what I was talking about.
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...Is that a monkey on your head?
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