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I don’t wanna lose my step, while

Reaching for the highest shelf;

If I do, I’m falling back down,

I’m likely to hurt myself.

A finger here, a temple there;

Can’t I feel nothing again?

I’d rather sleep than wink at fate,

Than dare it to place its hold

On me

It’s a cold embrace, let’s face the facts;

It’s an attack on my mistakes -

A broken heart here, embarrassment there;

Oh God, oh God, let’s just save face.

I don’t wanna lose my step, while

Reaching for the highest shelf;

If I do, I’m falling back down,

I’m likely to hurt myself.