The Edge
I'm standing close to the edge,
happy 'cause I'm close to death,
and I don't regret a single thing.
I smile at the streets below me,
I think of what the world's shown me,
and I don't regret a single thing.
My toes are dangling
and the times are changing,
and I don't regret a single thing.
I hear all of the busy traffic
with my mind all full of havoc,
and I don't regret a single thing.
My thoughts are all racing,
this is the end that I'm tasting,
and I don't regret a single thing.
Finally, I feel it stop,
finally, I feel the drop,
and I don't regret a single thing.
happy 'cause I'm close to death,
and I don't regret a single thing.
I smile at the streets below me,
I think of what the world's shown me,
and I don't regret a single thing.
My toes are dangling
and the times are changing,
and I don't regret a single thing.
I hear all of the busy traffic
with my mind all full of havoc,
and I don't regret a single thing.
My thoughts are all racing,
this is the end that I'm tasting,
and I don't regret a single thing.
Finally, I feel it stop,
finally, I feel the drop,
and I don't regret a single thing.
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Well, I wrote this poem this past school year for a project in my English class, and I ended up loving it, so here it is. I got a one hundred percent on this particular poem. Shabam.