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Clinging
I step off the edge, fall in to a crack
It wasnt to long ago you said you had my back
But where were you now? when I need you most
You were gone in a flash clear and cold like a ghost
I hang on tight to this ledge to which I cling
Cuts on my hands, bleed begin to sting.
Help me out, why arnt you here
With out you here my life I fear.
i feel it. it stings.