Hang Time
A darker view of what it's like to be clinically depressed and truly suicidal.
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High tides come to life
Closed eyes, open wide
Stray souls test their might
Waiting on the moment of truth
Bold minds left so unkind
Burned life sold out to crime
No end
No sign of light
Finding the thrill of the clinical noose
Now you're all alone
Grasping for less to hold
Hanging on the edge
Counting down the moments of the hang time
Reflections turn back the stride
Wicked hearts come out at night
Innocent yet never right
Watch out
They'll be looking for you
Now you're all alone
Grasping for less to hold
Hanging on the edge
Counting down the moments of the hang time
Now you're all the clone
Dragging on the stones
Hanging on the edge
Counting down the moments of the hang time
Can do no right
Steady hands of mine
Clawing at the edge
No more hang time
No more hang time
No more hang time
Now you're all alone
Grasping for less to hold
Hanging on the edge
Counting down the moments of the hang time
Now you're all the clone
Dragging on the stones
Hanging on the edge
Counting down the moments of the hang time
© Colin Burgess 2019