I am standing on the edge,
Just waiting for you to push me of.
I tired of this twisted and sick, game that you play.
I want to be free.
I won't stand in line any longer.
I am sick and tired of being,
What ever you want me to be.
Did you ever see the tears,
staining my face.
Did you ever hear the screams,
That I could not hold within.
Did you ever fell the punches,
I threw at you.
My foot has lifted itself.
You might not be there to push me of this edge.
But the memories will.
The memories will always be there-
I cannot get rid of them.
They are haunting me.
I won't stand it anymore.
I am done.
I turn my back on everything.
And then I begin to think,
I know and will not doubt
That this...
I am stepping out into the air.
One foot first, and then the next.
There are no more thoughts,
As I am falling.
And then I am swallowed by the sea.
