Everest

I’m here in the present, but I still think of the past.

You’ve left me there for months: seven and a half.

I’ve struggled to get through them, using all of my might,

I’ve ended up on the edge of Everest, and I might jump tonight.

If I decide to jump, would you make a move and catch me?

Or would you let me fall, and let the outcome be deadly?

I tried to pick up the pieces, but you just wouldn’t let me.

So I’ll leave them on the floor, since you don’t want to caress me.

Will I become a part of the lying and scattered pieces?

Broken like my heart, with no chance of emotional releases?

Or will I land in your arms: the place I want to be in?

“You’re the one I want to be with, Girlscout… I know you see it.”

Oh, Brittany… I know you’re fond of not having me.

But what lies in my heart for you, is a fiery, burning rhapsody.

Tears wanna fall from my eyes, but we both know that Boys Don’t Cry.

I’m on the edge of Everest, and I might jump tonight.