He's not a man if he's not willing to take the risk;
he's not a boy if he doesn't regret his love one bit
and he's not a child if he has made you feel
that with hope there's a will.
I’m standing on the edge, ready to jump to my death. You use to pull me back, but not anymore. I’m falling harder and faster, my time is running out… those simple words “I Love You” meant nothing in the end.