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Falling

My last day on earth
My vanity holds
The last words I'll speak
Not an item�s out of place
in the house that I weeped
When my mother called,
And I said my good-bye

I dream of the funeral
Of the living and the dead
The cocktails in the mourning
Of my siblings and my dad
How strange it is
for them to turn heads

The autumn wind kisses my face
Caressing my hair
with frostbit whispers
Of the people who killed me
Made me a disgrace

Tears paint my face
Tomorrow they�ll find me
Frozen in the river
Shattered, cracked

They say that halfway down
Everything stops
Everyone halts
And the things that seemed impossible
Suddenly feel so small

My heart leaps into my chest
and you reach over the edge
I should be dead, at rest
But here I am grabbing a ledge
Begging you to just let me go

Thank god you didn't oblige

I�m a tyrant of it all
A dead man walking
You saved me from the fall
Now I�ll save me
From self enthrall