There was something in the way he looked at me and spoke to me.
Something that frightened me.
Deep down, I knew:
Falling in love was dangerous, and I was getting too close...
Falling... Am I falling?
Am I falling from grace?
Am I falling back down?
Or am I simply falling head over heels in love?
There was so much more life to live,
but there you were, tearing everything down with your silky grin,
looking down at me.
Falling... Am I falling?
Am I falling under?
Am I falling dangerously in love again?
Or am I simply falling from grace?
Empty words,
empty promises—
I was left once again in the dark,
and all the spark vanished.
Falling... Have I fallen?
Have I fallen under?
Have I once more fallen into false hope?
Or have I fallen into a deep hole?
I'm done falling...
