Is it wrong of me to push you
from the cliff that I live on
When I brought you there blindfolded?

Why should you jump in
the way that I fall when
I have not even let you
see where you are?

To risk for me all
that I have held
over the edge

to push is not to fall
and neither is love

Yet I'm still too scared
to take the blindfold off
You might see how steep
the cliff's edge really is

I cannot help
but to hope
for you to fall
out of shock