Decently Miserable
Take the fall... Off the edge Give it up... Let them win Fall into fear Feel the hands.. that shoved you there Look in the eyes.. Of those who lied Let it out... What you hide Push the ground.. On which you lie Pick yourself up.. Keep walking by Slam your head... Into the glass Count how fast.. Your hours pass Push your hand... Through the wall Grab the one... That made you fall What you think... Is what you know How far you walk... Is where you'll go What you trust... Is what's inside Everything you know.. Is mostly lies What you feel... Is wrong in life Spit in the face of blame.. to crush your shame Take pride inside your name Grip the throat of the voice that lies Tighten until your hands turn white Don't let go until the voice is gone Don't let go until its not strong Take the torment sent to you.. Take the blame for what you didn't do Make up for what isn't lost... Let them think your body is soft.. Tear the rope from around your neck... Give them what they can't accept Written February 6th, 2002 © on Feb 06 2002 12:43 PM PST, Keagan 0 • 1
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"Take the fall... Off the edge..."