Samstag, 8. Oktober 2011

Skies are crying
I am watching
Catching teardrops in my hands
Only silence, as it’s ending
Like we never had a chance
Do you have to make me feel like there’s nothing left of me?
You can take everything I have
You can break everything I am
Like I’m made of glass
Like I’m made of paper
Go on and try to tear me down
I’ll be rising from the ground

Like a Skyscraper!
 Like a Skyscraper!


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