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Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Over the Edge

She went over the edge for me,
And I know she did it just to see,
How big an impact she could make,
How much breaking my heart could take.

She proved to me she could be herself,
She refused to collect dust sitting on a shelf,
Like a lonely book I'd never read,
She'd rather be falling, she'd rather be dead.

Yeah she went over the edge for me,
She just wanted to swim in the sea,
Feel her body pull her below the waves,
Like the weight of my heart as I turn the page,
In that book I'd never read,
Until it was too late; only remembering the words she'd said.

She made the jump I could never take,
She died herself, refusing to be fake.

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