clutching my broken ankle
i look up to the darkness
the pit that i fell in
and i wonder to myself
where was my net?
where was the net that was promised to catch me?
Where was the net that should have caught my fall
when i jumped into the pit of love
i took a chance
and it broke through
snapping cord like a wishbone that ended on its bad side
tears welling up at the pain
though i hate to cry
it makes me feel so...
like i'm not myself
but if i'm not myself, who am i?
thats the billion dollar question isn't it?
Its all brought back to seed into my mind, because of the Broken net
that should have caught me
a broken net, that failed to save me.