To have the world in your hand, and then to drop it.
A million bucks on your person. Falling out of your pocket.
The pilot of a plane. Jumping out of the cockpit.
Watching you leave. And knowing I can't stop it.
Remembering the days, and nothing will top it.
The door closes in my face. And then you locked it.
Now I can't breathe, please baby stop it.
Chased too hard, the trail, I lost it.
Being thrown from the stage and into the mosh pit.
I miss you so much. My heart,you just stopped it.
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 11:15 PM UTC
To have the world in your hand, and then to drop it.
A million bucks on your person. Falling out of your pocket.
The pilot of a plane. Jumping out of the cockpit.
Watching you leave. And knowing I can't stop it.
Remembering the days, and nothing will top it.
The door closes in my face. And then you locked it.
Now I can't breathe, please baby stop it.
Chased too hard, the trail, I lost it.
Being thrown from the stage and into the mosh pit.
I miss you so much. My heart,you just stopped it.
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