I feel like I'm hanging on by my finger tips,
I'm slipping I can't hold anymore,  I'm losing my grip.
I'm so afraid to fall, and lose our life,
But every little thing hurts so much worse and cuts like a knife.
We took it all for granted, but how was I to know that we'd fall apart to fast,
I thought we had a special kind of love, one that would last.
When you say that you love me, I want to believe it,
When you tell me you want me, I want you to mean it.
Everything has changed, our lives are different,
Our love has faded, you've become so distant.
It's time to fix ourselves and let go of each other,
We need to heal inside before we can love another.