Why do you push me?
Is it because you know I'm already so close to the edge?
I can only be pushed so far before I fall off,
But maybe you already know that.
Maybe you want me to fall,
To be bleeding,
To die
On the jagged rocks below.
Maybe that's a bit dramatic.

Or maybe you don't want me to fall,
Just to be so close to the edge,
So very close
So that maybe you can rescue me.
Maybe you want to go back
When our love existed,
If you can even call it love at all.
But I won't go back.

We had nothing but meaningless words
And lying hearts.
It wasn't our fault.

It was everything around us,
Inside us,
Above us,
Looking down on us,
Unintentionally destroying us,
Maybe like you, right now...
Not knowing that I'm so very close to the edge,
About to fall off,
To lie on the jagged rocks,
Bleeding because you pushed me just a little too far.

Maybe you don't mean to push me so far,
And maybe you don't care about getting back
What you thought we had.
Maybe I'm the one holding on
To what's best let go.

Maybe the universe is trying to tell me to listen,
To understand,
To wake up to the truth.
But I don't want to wake up.
It like it in my dream world,
It's perfect here.

Out there you never know what to think,
Believe,
Who to listen to
Or trust.
Maybe I'm not meant to exist in the outside world.
And maybe I don't...

And maybe you don't exist.
Maybe I just made you up,
And there's really no one pushing me.
I'm just walking willingly,
Maybe even running,
Toward the edge.

Or maybe
There really is no edge at all.