From the sky above you,
it comes falling down.
Hoping to reach the end,
and not stay this way forever.
It comes falling down,
coming down like bullets,
crashing down on me.
When will this finally stop?
It happens all the time,
everything so dull.
You hear it falling,
from up above,
and you can't make it stop.
All that's around,
is lost and cold.
You can't control this,
it will never stop.
Its falling for a lifetime,
it can never end.
You'll feel its anger filling in.
Mar 17, 2012
Mar 17, 2012 at 4:45 PM UTC
From the sky above you,
it comes falling down.
Hoping to reach the end,
and not stay this way forever.
It comes falling down,
coming down like bullets,
crashing down on me.
When will this finally stop?
It happens all the time,
everything so dull.
You hear it falling,
from up above,
and you can't make it stop.
All that's around,
is lost and cold.
You can't control this,
it will never stop.
Its falling for a lifetime,
it can never end.
You'll feel its anger filling in.
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