im walking on a ledge, and you're standing behind me
you have two choices:
pull me
or push me.
pull me from the ledge. be the saviour i need from myself
or
push me into the open air and watch me fall to my death.
so which is it?
push or pull?
because all i see from you,
is your gentle hands
taking my shoulders
silently,
carefully,
thoughtfully
shoving me off the ledge.