Follow the ladder on my arm,
I made it myself.
I use it to put my hopes
out of reach on a shelf.
The higher I put them,
the more rungs I add...
the higher I put them,
the more I am sad...
Follow the ladder on my arm,
it's here to stay.
Come with me,
if you may...
Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 6:10 PM UTC
Follow the ladder on my arm,
I made it myself.
I use it to put my hopes
out of reach on a shelf.
The higher I put them,
the more rungs I add...
the higher I put them,
the more I am sad...
Follow the ladder on my arm,
it's here to stay.
Come with me,
if you may...
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