It will never leave me as long as I see this view. Tomorrow is waiting and I’m scared that I’m going to lose. Pull me out from under, lungs are filled with water, always starting over. So, I go back. Could I feel as I felt here before? So, I run back and feel the warmth of a new day beginning. Because I’m here, always starting over. I fall, alone in the cold. Empty and used, so uncontrolled. I fall, through shades blue. Helplessly thrown further from you.