Will you catch me when I fall?
I'm slipping and I can't step back.
Staring over the edge only makes the feeling worse.
I want to fall.
To fly for a just a moment.
I can't remember how I got here or even why I feel this way.
But does that really matter?
Will you lick these wounds clean when they begin to bleed?
A hatred burns deep inside this soul.
A hatred of who I am.
There's a voice inside my head, reminding me of what is real and what is not.
My only friend.
She'll never lie to me.
Her words stain my lips and mark my skin.
I'm slipping and I can't step back.
Staring over the edge only makes the feeling worse.
I want to fall.
To fly for a just a moment.
I can't remember how I got here or even why I feel this way.
But does that really matter?
Will you lick these wounds clean when they begin to bleed?
A hatred burns deep inside this soul.
A hatred of who I am.
There's a voice inside my head, reminding me of what is real and what is not.
My only friend.
She'll never lie to me.
Her words stain my lips and mark my skin.
