At the edge of the cliff I stood...
My eyes caught those blunt thorns scattered on the ground...
I knew I not should...
I can't paint the pain that'll bound surely it would...
But you're there
So I asked myself if...
If you'd catch me if I fall from this cliff...
My feet can't wait anymore...
And I found myself falling...
Am captivated in your
arms I thought, but I felt sore...
As I opened my eyes, on my own blood I'm bathing...
