The way I see my home now is just like a cliff,
The way I see my home now is just like a cliff,
Something you look at and all you can think of is how bad you how you don't slip,
And fall to a darkened bliss.
Something you look at in fear,
That the one falling off isn't you.
Even though deep down you know it is,
And deep down you know you can't stop it.
And deep down you know its not going to stop.
Maybe if I start off new, and try my life over again,
Things won't be so hard.
Things won't be so bad.
Things won't be so,
So,
Unforgiving.