is the only time i can breathe
when im comfortable
is when i must leave
when im locked inside a rusty cell
is when i'll know im free
when im standing at the gates of hell
i'll see my family
why spend your life
on the ledge
when you can tumble off, completely?
its like gripping a knife
at its edge
but refusing to see youre bleeding
so rarely am i satisfied
how seldom do i smile
youd be the same way if you tried
walking in my shoes for a while
you'd understand
my hatred of rules
and loathing of deceit
youd take my hand
and we'd run to
the edges of the sea
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