Stop me from hurting myself again;
I don�t want to be here, but I�m just afraid�
Afraid of what is (and what isn�t) � Amen?
Is it true what Huck said �
�I guess you can�t pray a lie��
And am I falling too fast
To know if I�m dead
I need someone to stick out his hand
To catch me and hold me, so I won�t feel the pain
Holden said �I�ll be the catcher in the rye�
But, he isn�t here, and it�s my time to fly
[Perhaps I�ll fall and die]
But, here on this ledge, I do not belong
Little ones�they push me away
They know that my stalling is wrong
I suppose � they�re right � I delay
Life comes at me too fast
And I look back once more
And long for the past
But, I know that I have to move on
Before Life passes me by�
�and is gone�