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I’m falling… and there’s no arms to catch me… I try taking chances… each chance I take I want to become more of a recluse…driving myself to the heights of unobtainable… reaching for those that are untouchable… I’m falling… I fight it more and more… recognizable I’d rather stay in love where I’m at… in me… catching, reaching, I’m there… taking a chance without taking a plunge… keeping to myself… my thoughts… feelings… no room to be broken… when falling I’m falling apart giving up my self… in darkness you might find me… in late night denial… lost in thoughts of why not… why… and all that I am not… to be fallen for.
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