On The Brink
I'm on the edge
I feel the grip
my pulse begins to run cold
I'm on the brink
I'm melting down
I hear the sirens going off
Chorus
I want to run
I have no choice
Forced to look
as it comes down
I'm on the edge
I'm looking down
I see the end at my door
I'm on the brink
I'm melting down
I see the blade drawing near
Chorus
I want to run
I have no choice
Forced to look
as it comes down
Repeat
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