sitting out on a ledge
i see the world so clear
i live a crippled life
within a shroud of fear
the lights, they look so bright
the people, far away
and in the fall of night
we feel the toxic sway
fitting out of the view
the problems seem so small
like skipping stones on a lake
The fool will always fall
the sights they seem so real
the tastes they seem so right
the hearts, they beat to heal
what's hidden in the night
And the moon is bright.
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