Letters from Postscript
if we stood on the edge of a cliff
feet right over the ledge of a cliff
would you give me the push i needed to get
to feel alive again?
if have a gun to my head
angry voices run to my head
with the lies you've been fed and a face turning red
would you forgive me then?
(would you forgive me then?)
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