And still falling down
from the moment my eyes opened,
walking off the ground from love...
I fell off down ahead,
without a safety robe.
And everytime I grab something,
thinking I can save myself,
unable to do anything,
the steady ground crumbles,
and there I fall again.
now waiting in air.
always watching time, when
nothing ever have been fair.
bruised and bleeding hand,
are my marks from the beginning
and if someone was there to understand,
pulling me up after everything.
and just stay,
for me,
and not walking away.
and let me see
{...That the fall to him
was worth it after all...}
walking off the ground from love...
I fell off down ahead,
without a safety robe.
And everytime I grab something,
thinking I can save myself,
unable to do anything,
the steady ground crumbles,
and there I fall again.
now waiting in air.
always watching time, when
nothing ever have been fair.
bruised and bleeding hand,
are my marks from the beginning
and if someone was there to understand,
pulling me up after everything.
and just stay,
for me,
and not walking away.
and let me see
{...That the fall to him
was worth it after all...}
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| Auteur: *PinkTears* | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 30 april 2015 | ||
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