her mind can't take the pressure.
the buildup an extreme.
the whistle starts a blowing
it need to let of steam.
yet she just ignores it.
Things will all work out.
Isn't this what life is really all about.
another year has passed her
she hasn't got no where.
she's got all these people
but do they really care.
on the edge she standing
she sees the lights below
she wonders if there's anyone
that would be sad to see her go.
a frozen tear escapes her eye.
she's not really ready to go and say
goodbye.
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