You stand there on the edge
Your life teetering on the knife-like tip
After it all hit the fan
And you tried so hard to get over it
Told yourself it would be okay
It isn't.
You want so much for it to be over
That last step is all you want
All you need
You can't jump, can you?
The wind is bowing your hair wildly
The strands are your thoughts
You can't take that step
You can't give yourself the only thing you want
But most of all,
You can't jump, can you?