The most painful thing when it was done
was finding out the only one
who believed it was worth fighting for was me.
I found out a long time ago
the bitter taste of letting go.
You know,
I wish my heart could know what sets it free.
But when I fall,
it's all the way down.
Yeah,
I fall
all the way down.
By offering I dare impart the altar of a broken heart,
perchance to steal some of her awful majesty.
But that presumes that I'll cooperate
and cut the bonds of love and hate,
and so I choose instead to liberate its hold on me.
But when I fall,
it's all the way down.
Yeah, I fall
all the way down.
Fall
all the way down.
And I've been around.
High and mighty,
strong and steady,
self-assured but best be ready.
Love will turn your
everything around.
Down you tumble,
slip and stumble,
the walls around you crack and crumble.
Defenses shattered, scattered on the ground.
When I fall,
it's all the way down.
Yeah, I fall all the way down.
Fall all the way down.
And I've been around.
I've been around.
I've been around.
I've been around.
I've been around.