I’m at the edge of regret and relief
The thin lines are growing on its cliff
Do I let myself fall into despair
Or crawl back into the arms of peace
Her arms are cold, where they were once warm
And her eyes bottomless are red red red
Where is the anger
It’s in her eyes
Where is the frustration
It’s in her arms
She’s tired
I’m tired
So I let myself fall
And I hope I don’t regret that too