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I tried today
I swear I really did
I made the grade
But was it worth the effort
It was a little too cold of an autumns sky
It was a little too late and I dont know why
Your hair fell back in the style of an old cliché
Cause I am all but floored by the concept of imperfection
Yet somehow bored by my own reflection
Well, off the edge, will we fall down
Its in our hands
Will we fall out
Whatever it takes
As Im leaving
I know that it means I wont be back
In your head, you cant get me out
Living you dead, we get it now
Cause I am all but floored by the concept of imperfection
Yet somehow bored by my own reflection
Off the edge, will we fall down
In our hands
Will we fall out
Whatever it takes
As Im leaving
I know that it means I wont be back
Holding whats weightless
It all but tears us down
Why believe whats faceless
It all but tears us down
Off the edge, will we fall down
Its in our hands
Will we fall out
Whatever it takes
As Im leaving
I know that it means I wont be back