Wednesday 24 February 2010

The Deadly Square



On the verge almost every other day

Take the pain on the chin

Don't want narcotics to numb it all away

I want to feel the mess I'm in

Come and balance on my cliff, right on the edge

This is where I stand when I'm relaxing

I dare any one of you to go to where I've been

You'd be missing (presumed dead) within a fraction

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