Unwell, useless, rejecting fear
Shake my head, trying to clear
It's easy to forget me because I'm always here
Would they notice if I disappeared?
Sure they would, but the word is "replace"
After all, they could find a different face
Another person from another place
Emily is a common name
And no, this is not self-pity
It is simply reality
The ground beneath my feet
Is moving endlessly
But if I slip I know where I'll fall
If there are no arms to catch me at all
Then I will land back on that Rock
Who always hears me when I call
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