
Those steep cliffs will send you right over the edge,
Those tall buildings will shake you right off the ledge.
One more step, one more scene, one more indiscretion,
And I will pack up the answers and leave the questions.
These wild roses will bite you with their thorns,
These new roads will make you regret you were born.
One more word, one more tear, one more midnight affair,
And I will take back the promise to keep it fair.
-Jackie