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I am dropping the knife, stepping off the ledge

I fall into your dear arms

The arms I missed; the arms I plead for throughout the night

You surround me in my dreams

I see your face even when I am awake

But only of blurring images of what we were before

I strive for those days, when we only lyed beside eachother, gazing into eachother's eyes

The intensity, the passion, oh and the love

That is all I strive for!

Now seeing you personally, willingly opening your arms to conseal my fears

It warms me

The winters are no longer cold

You hold me during the night when the nightmares are unbearable

When I begin to scream, you awaken me with a romantic kiss

No longer am I drawing a crowd to a vacant building to watch me fall

I am lying with you in a bed of thorns, not caring about my surroundings, as long as my lover is you