Hanging from this paper wall — swinging side-to-side.
It seems to be important that my hands hold on tight.
If I hang on long enough, I might, swing to the other side.
Hanging from this paper wall — love’s final desperate cry.
Chasing fantasy, calling it destiny is all I’ve known my whole life.
Comforting is never comfortable and I believe my own lies.
Hanging from this paper wall, I finally said goodbye.
I had to fall to let go; but now my feet can climb.