There's no one to call
There's no one left to catch me
Maybe I better catch myself
I better catch my own fall
There's no truth to this justice
There's no rhyme or reason
There's no one left to catch me
Maybe I better catch myself
I better catch myself
Every time I look into her eyes
My legs grow weak
My heart skips a beat
Every time I see the sunrise
I wish she was with me
Then I would be complete
There's no one to believe in
There's no one to call
There's no one left to catch me
Maybe I better catch myself
I better catch my own fall
I better catch my own fall
©1/11/13 Bruce Clifford
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