Don't Go Over The Edge
I hate it, that I’m not where I want to be in my life
I don’t know how much I can take, I decide to walk away
I’m at the end of my rope; I’m at the edge of the earth
The question is should I jump?
Because how far have I really come since my birth?
Maybe I’ll jump into another world, a better world
To be reborn, into a world where I don’t feel forlorn
I’ve had my share of valleys and my share of peaks
Because life’s a roller coaster we never chose to ride
And happiness is difficult to possess, but still we seek
So I turn to face the world from the edge of the earth
And from the edge the world looked so stunning, I cried
Sometimes I don’t want to live, but I don’t want to die
And at the same time, I’m not happy and I’m not sad
I simply want to fall off the edge, and finally fly
Yet life goes on, and do I choose to be or not to be?
I hold on to this life, I’m not ready to say good-bye
I walk back from the edge, and I continue to live
I guess I feel that I still have something more to give
I have to find my own place; there must be room for me
In this world, I have to let go and live at my own pace
Life is not a race; it’s a marathon we need to finish
I don’t know how much I can take, I decide to walk away
I’m at the end of my rope; I’m at the edge of the earth
The question is should I jump?
Because how far have I really come since my birth?
Maybe I’ll jump into another world, a better world
To be reborn, into a world where I don’t feel forlorn
I’ve had my share of valleys and my share of peaks
Because life’s a roller coaster we never chose to ride
And happiness is difficult to possess, but still we seek
So I turn to face the world from the edge of the earth
And from the edge the world looked so stunning, I cried
Sometimes I don’t want to live, but I don’t want to die
And at the same time, I’m not happy and I’m not sad
I simply want to fall off the edge, and finally fly
Yet life goes on, and do I choose to be or not to be?
I hold on to this life, I’m not ready to say good-bye
I walk back from the edge, and I continue to live
I guess I feel that I still have something more to give
I have to find my own place; there must be room for me
In this world, I have to let go and live at my own pace
Life is not a race; it’s a marathon we need to finish
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