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I'm not afraid to fall. I just fear how I'll land. So, right next to the edge is as close as I'll stand.
Because if I fall, I know it won't be the risk of bones breaking. My heart is on the line, and that's not a risk worth taking.
I know they say don't let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game, but if you've struck out before, it'll drive you insane. I've been a victim of love's deathly hand. And trust me, girl, it doesn't catch you when you land.
I jumped so blindly--not looking in front of or behind me--hoping you would be beside me when the ground was underneath my feet.
I had hoped for too much, and hoping isn't enough. I couldn't call my own bluff, and now myself I have beat.
I know they say don't let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game, but if you've struck out before, it'll drive you insane. I've been a victim of love's deathly hand. And trust me, girl, it doesn't catch you when you land.