when the tide comes in

Standing just in front of the precipice
Looking down, getting dizzy
Looking up, losing hope
One more step and all pain is over
Or maybe it'll all just start

Love, it's not about you
Don't look at me with those big, beautiful eyes
Don't talk to me with those soft, sweet words
You're just making it worse

Standing face down to the grass
Listening it grow, lost in thoughts
There is a beehive in my head
A heavy stone in my heart

Beauty have lost its sparkle
And success is nothing but a word now
Just a concept, floating around
Well, both are capricious mistresses anyway
Never ever to be trusted

Balancing on a sharp edge
Will I fly or will I fall?
There are hard decisions to be made
There will be prices to be paid
For now, I just close my eyes and walk...