Help I think I'm about to fall
I'm really scared I don't know who to call
Words caught in my throat, thoughts caught in my mind
I'm too close to taking a dive

Screams turned too low, thoughts turned too loud
Clawing at a wall in which I'll be the one breaking down
This won't be the first, second, third, or last
I can't scrounge up another second chance

You were my sweet, chaotic sanity
The thought of being half of a wrong whole
Now I bear the brunt of a nasty fall
A pain which will never dull