We forget where we're from,
where we started at.
Walking carefully the outline of life,
never stepping in fully.
Never feeling the breeze,
of that plunge from the verge.
Maybe why our heart is so close to breaking?
Maybe why we can't find anyone to sing our song?
where we started at.
Walking carefully the outline of life,
never stepping in fully.
Never feeling the breeze,
of that plunge from the verge.
Maybe why our heart is so close to breaking?
Maybe why we can't find anyone to sing our song?
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