It hurts to laugh. Instead I’ll cry. What hurt most is the goodbye. If I fell, would you catch me, or would I crush you? Then all that time, asking why, what a waste I wonder why, even still, here I am, on my own, with stupid wonder of sad goodbyes. Could I be wrong, was it all true… and if I fell, would you still catch me?
Is there a point to even ask? If we were true you just would… I would lean, or I would fall, and you’d be there, through it all, even the midnight calls… and you’d say, it’s the least I could do… cause I’m still fallin’