I thought that I could fly
So I stepped off the edge
Falling, falling, falling,
Into his big, strong arms.

I didn't know, didn't look too close
To see, he was standing on a higher ledge.
Then we were falling, falling,
In love, which crashed in pain.

Did he mean to project his pain?
Or find someone to use for blame?
Did he think that he could share
And his pain would just stay there?

We were young, foolish, and both blind.
So, we flew on, clinging to each other,
You, ******* my sanity dry all the while
And I thought my love could heal you.

Here is a truth when flying through clouds:
The thing is that an addict will
Always let you down in time
No matter how hard they try not to.