I am told to slow down before I give them my heart,
I am told he's my opportunity to create a fresh start
I am told I should have my guard up this time around,
but I find my path to the cliff and don't hear a sound,
I follow my steps to the edge, I don't look down
and until there's that voice that I don't wanna hear,
is when I look down to see the damage from my fall last year,
at every single mark that led me to cry my last tear
I am told the year had weakened me, and to jump when I seem tougher,
But I'm also told not to judge a book by it's cover
