It's the heart racing
It's the water works so close to the surface,
Like fragile glass:
One touch and shatters into a million pieces.

It's the thoughts falling into the darkest abyss
Because this is the end.
The end, just dangling over the edge
And you know his heart is
Falling
                     Falling
                                       Falling.

And it's your fault
Your fault he's lost touch with reality.
You're all that he has left
Until he tips over the edge.