I feel the waves taking me down,
and I can't help but wonder,
what happens if I let go right now?
If the sea takes me hostage,
but I willingly go,
who here is winning,
if I'm being mistreated but I ask for more?

I stand on a ledge,
about to fall off.
Wind blows at my face,
my balance is tossed.
If I slip right now,
whose fault is it,
when I fall on the ground?

If they tell me they love me,
yet I don't believe and say they lie,
am I the one who's wrong,
because all who have spoken
never meant it at all?