Cleanse de Haste

I, will be the last time,
if you leave
i, just want to will be the last time,
if you leave,
i want to close my eyes and imagine
what is going on around me
as i fall through the
this will come back to me a thousand times
the sound of the wind would cripple
the hearing of any other noise,
violently i would reach the thick, gray clouds
and take a deep breath,
if you leave i,
i've washed away sins from my mind
time, this all will be just wasted time
the cool air would fill my lungs,
you say it's hardly bleeding
i would feel the water droplets form on my face
as i raced downward toward earth
but you can't see as closely
as i can feel faster and faster,
we have all bled before,
i would plummet toward the ground
we all know it heals and goes away
it would be so cold
you can't understand why i want it to stay
chill bumps would cover my ice cold body
thoughts of how great things change
are at the moment,
and if your promise not to try
would dominate my mind thoughts
of the future gone
i promise worries of what has happened
will be left in the clouds
the clouds would rain those worries somewhere else,
this time, strange though,
i think i hear traffic
i won't hurt you