I stepped close to the edge
Smoked a cigarette
Close to the edge of no return
Close to the edge of having nothing left
Leaving behind all that I have known
Close to the line of
Don't step over it this time
Close to losing my way back
To the planting of the seed
To being the one in need
Sand in my hand the conviction that I lack
Closer to my finger on the trigger
Placing my mouth on the barrel of the gun
I'm not talking suicide
This is a metaphor for life
Closer to it all coming undone
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 10:17 AM UTC
I stepped close to the edge
Smoked a cigarette
Close to the edge of no return
Close to the edge of having nothing left
Leaving behind all that I have known
Close to the line of
Don't step over it this time
Close to losing my way back
To the planting of the seed
To being the one in need
Sand in my hand the conviction that I lack
Closer to my finger on the trigger
Placing my mouth on the barrel of the gun
I'm not talking suicide
This is a metaphor for life
Closer to it all coming undone
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