Standing on the edge of the abyss,
I take the leap,
Nothing more that a meek step,
Who knows how deep.
Moving at the speed of light,
The wind rushes past
My chest overwhelmed with fear
Nothing on which to grasp
Pushing the pedal to it's limit
Turn the volume high
Staying within the white street lines
Flying too fast to cry
My heart is full of fear
My blood pumps in my ears
My hands an empty grasp
The wind is rushing fast
I can't catch my breath
I'm sure to meet my death
This is the end of me
I feel I'm falling free
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