Falling

Falling
(04/11/2003)

I’m falling, falling, falling too deep.
Slipping and sliding coz the cliff is too steep.
What’s at the bottom, I so want to know,
The wounds are now scars, but I’m still sacred to go.

He’s tripping, he’s tripping, he’s tripping me so,
I’m falling and rising afraid to fall and let go,
The suspense brewing mixed with hurt, guilt and pride.
The language of passion is rusty in my mind,

The stupid smile I wear on my face,
I hope and pray, that no-body would trace,
Nothing is true, nothing is real, it’s all a phase,
When this phase is over I’ll be ready to face another new phase,
and a brand new day, all over again.

(Gobblezygook)