Standing on the edge looking down
At the clean blue water crashing on the rocks
Of the harbor wall outlining the lake

I think of all the wrongs ive made
And how I would change them
But it to late for that
The past is the past
And you cant change it

Knowing everytime you turn your back
There is a knife ready to go in it
Ready to take it all away in a split second
Faster than ever imagined

Painfully enduring the stress of everyday life
Wishing for a break so you can work it out
But that will never happen to you
The only one that can help is laughing at you

After all is said and done
You look at yourself and know
Your like a tectonic plate
Your standing on a faultline
And any quick movement will send you down

MM