Here I am on the edge again,
Leaning over, looking down,
Hoping someone will come and stop me,
From falling to the ground.
I've heard so many stories of me,
I don't know who I am anymore,
Stop these voices telling me what to do,
Close the door as I fall to the floor.
You won't see me fall,
Too busy not noticing me,
That's fine, turn your back,
For once I die you'll be free.
Catching me before I fall,
Someone stops me from not feeling,
Pulls me into the light,
Gives me a place to hide, a place of healing.
She knows me all too well,
Knows the crap I am going through,
Shows me how to forget what's happened,
Shove away memories of you.
I cry and she soothes my tears,
I go nuts and she's there going nuts with me,
She loves me for who I am(no matter what I am),
With her I think I am trully meant to be.
She protects me from your cruel wind,
And the hail and the rain,
She'll remain loyal to me and I to her,
We'll chase away eachother's pain.
You are no longer wanted,
I hope you made the better-for-you choice,
But I still think you a friend,
I'll still listen to your opinioned voice.
I'll pull you back,
If you're standing where I was on the brink,
But if you expect comfort,
Then down you'll fly, up you'll sink.
She wants me to let you go,
I'll obey half her request,
But you come near me,
You know the rest...
