Risks and Chances

by Hannah   Nov 8, 2007


Standing on the top of the world at first
But then I tumble, and stumble down the hill
Taking all the risks and chances that my body can't handle
My face is bloody and scarred up like hell
I can't remember when it started
I can't end this night mare
It's terrible you see
It's haunting me so badly I can't stand it!
I can't take it any more!
What's the point of life?

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