(or.."leaving, are you? Go ahead then, see if I care. It's not as if I loved you or anything, not me.")

Oh how the rose blooms with its roots firmly in manure.
was it really me throwing stones in a house made of glass, couldn't be
so you're leaving? go ahead then all you take is everything.

I'm not the one that falls or so I honestly thought
Now we'll see how strong I am now we'll see how long I last

How good to know that I'm not on the edge anymore
I'm way over it by now waiting to hit the floor, down below
it's not the fall that hurts, no, it's what comes after that.