Not scared to slip, Nor afraid to fall. Not scared to swim, Nor afraid to drown. Scared of being the only one falling, Better still being alone when I drown. Afraid I wouldn't find anyone to ease the pressure of drowning, Or provide a relief from my fall. Frightened I wouldn't meet anyone at the bottom of the sea, But would meet someone who's falling endlessly for another. This is my plight, My outmost grief.
A little girl with a slow-release to calm your spirits.