this time its the end

This time it’s the end.  

Like the edge of a cliff you have me half way off 

and I don’t know if jumping or staying is a better idea 

all the times I spent wishing you ripped out my very heart beat 

that was just there to make sure that you were ok 

But that’s over now because of the one time on that bridge  

that you had me half way off and pushed. 

Pushed so hard that I fell head first into oblivion with no recollection   

of where I was and how I got to feel this way.  

But you got your way as you always do and now I'm sitting here with my pen and pad 

trying to make sense of this when all I'm guilty of is caring maybe a little too much. 

So ride off into the sunset on your white horse but don’t look back because  

this time it's the end and I'm not looking back.