I'm scared of height
I'm scared to fall apart
But what most really terrifying is
If I can't get up again
Stumble in my ride
Losing my own path
Maybe I will not be dropped dead
Maybe someday I could fly to the sky
But I wish someone will catch me when I call
Who will be my parachute?
I'm feared of failure
I'm feared to be rejected
But what most really struck me is
If I give up of living
Waver in my faith
Nobody I could talk to
Maybe I will not be the loser one
Maybe someday I will not cry over night
And I wish to have something prevent me breaking down
What could be my parachute?
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