Over the edge

I stand on the edge and look over
but is it really my fault that i got here?
just to look at the pain that they've caused me?
what if i'd assumed it would make sense if i saw it all in front of me?
I know i was wrong but did it make that little sense?
If everything's meant to be broken,
where do our hearts come in?
I can sit down and wrap my arms around me but i can't stop myself from falling apart.
I stare at the city below,
what if i fall?
Would i break?
obviously. But what if i don't want to?
I just want everything back
every bit of innocence
is that so much to ask?
but i'm stuck,
and i can't take the world that's over the edge.