He's a walk-on stone
He's all alone
It's been a path to disaster
Falling faster and faster
Creeping towards zero
The rug's no longer there
He hits the bottom
And cracks the floor
Now he's looking right
And going left
The only light's
In the white of his eyes
So he grabs hold
Of whatever will hold him
Hoping he won't lose his grip
When he realizes he's still falling
Fooled and wrapped in disaster
But this fool won't cushion the fall
The final hit inching closer
Falling free to whatever will catch him
Only it's never there
No one was ever there
Except for you
But he didn't care
And no one showed him
To you
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