Our Love Is On a Cliff
Love is standing on the edge,
Up on the edge of the cliff.
You'd better hurry up and catch,
Catch it before it slips.
There it stands at the edge,
Walking and wanting to jump.
Reminiscing the times that brought it there,
And hating the things that won't work.
It wants to jump, but knows it's stuck.
It won't get out very easily.
So I guess this is life,
And without a knife,
This love will be stuck there forever....
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