I was on cloud 9.
No, I was on cloud 12.
Living the good life, being me.

Then you came along. I gave you my friendship, my trust, my loyalty. I offered you wings.
Everything was fine. Completely ok. Nothing wrong here.
So I let my guard down. Closed my eyes.

When I woke up, I seemed to be soaring.
Or was I falling. I looked up to you on my cloud. You smiled and waved goodbye.

But you forgot something.
I have wings. Wings that will carry me high. Wings that are always there when I need them. I know I can rely on them. Forever.

Now you're falling too. Trying to catch me.
Should've taken the wings I offered you.