Hello?, Hello?, Jayda?

Where are you, where are you
"Jayda!"
"Jayda, are you there?"
She thinks its her fault, but it isn't at all, not at all
This is the fall,
may this guide you home
Staring blankly at him,
your future hangs from a limb

Wipe the white off your nose
and clothe your innocence
Wipe the tears from your eyes
This may not mean goodbyes,
Know this is from his heart,
to you you may start

As this poison seeks you,
your mother has inclination
Rest your eyes,
Don't live within your own impurities
Rebuke them
For you are true,
and your love may not be through

Wipe the tears off your nose
don't let him pack his pack his clothes
Wipe the tears from your eyes,
this may not mean goodbyes,

Today is the day, the day things will change
Will they ever change