I don’t think it’s my time to go,
But here I am hanging from a ledge,
My fingers slipping,
My arms loosing their strength,
& if I start to fall,
Will you catch me?

I don’t think it’s my time to go,
But here I am getting pulled under,
My lungs filling with water,
My vision going black,
& if I can’t get out,
Will you pick me up?

I don’t think it’s my time to go,
But here I am a gun to my head,
Someone’s fingers itching to pull the trigger,
My life flashing before me,
& if he’s to powerful for me,
Will you safe me?

I don’t think it’s my time to go,
But if I lose control of the car,
My hands not working,
My mind going blank,
& if I start to crash,
Will you pull me back?

I don’t think it’s my time to go,
But if I lose my will to live,
My heart broken,
My soul dead,
& I lose my last hope,
Will you save me from
Myself?

angel lockheart

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