looking out across the expanse
as I wait for the next foot to fall
I wonder if I'll land on stable ground
or find us falling from it all

guess it's hard to resist
the way addiction seems to fix
all of my issues that exist
even if it only postpones the fall

suppose I don't know
the choices I should make
that won't leave me hurting from it all

always seems to be this way
the repeating patterns in it all
as I look across the way
I wonder how far I'll fall