At the edge of the blade is the only way
Nothin much I can really say
My life is going a different way
The flowers die around me even in May
I just say okay
I'm not going to say I'm alright
Because I am not, still holding on my might
Going against the wind like a kite
Everything is going against me
And they all glee
What's wrong with me?
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