On the cliff of distinction
of right or wrong.
To drain myself of all this
to say I can't go on.
A lie, a fake, a loser,
it's not me!
Not a joke or an alibi,
can't you see?
So far from falling,
yet too close to breathe.
It will destroy me someday,
but for now it's all I need.
This is really hard to understand, but it's just about how people talk smack about me and how they all make me stronger. So the more people push me down and try to break me, they make me even stronger!
Copyright 2004
I just waited a while to submit this.
