If there's any spark between us,
I wouldn't know.
If you have any affection to show me,
Let it show.
Because you asked for me,
And I wanted you,
I'm grasping on,
What do I do?
Your weight increases,
Your grip decreases.
One of us will fall,
And it's not very clear
Which will lose it all.
Though I'll let go knowing
I held on 'til the end.
If I fall, I'll ascend.
Though I'm betting
I'm on the other end.

And so the grip weakens.