It's you I see telling me to let go, that you'll catch me.
I'm dangling off of this cliff with my fingernails slipping looking towards you.
I want to believe you'll catch me, pull me away and care for me like a bird with a broken wing.
Heal me until I'm well again,
---But how am I supposed to believe that when you're the one who pushed me off this cliff in the first place?---