I knew the fall was greatBut I had to jumpI wanted us to be tallerWhen I held your hand you let go o

I knew the fall was great
But I had to jump
I wanted us to be taller
When I held your hand you let go of my

And yet he pushed me off the cliff
And telling you I love you now is weirder
It’s really strange to see you far away
I had to unlearn to like you so much

Why do you do it like this?
You don’t talk about me like that.

You know who I am
You know if it’s called I’m going to

(Penhasco by Luísa Sonza)

My addiction, among others.