sometimes
i walk alone
with my head
held low
and tear drops
in my eyes
...to afraid to fall
my life is like a tear dop

i was brought here
to fall
but im
not quite ready
to let go

i have been pushed aside
and brushed off
forrgotten
and hated

and now
its time for me
to leave
but im to afraid
to F
A
L
L
 
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