I was on my way to the ground
Face first, pavement bound,
Felt like atlas with the sky on me,
Expectations made me try to flee
My shoulders buckled and my knees gave out
You had to chuckle while I had to shout,
"The world is unfair, I'm stuck on this maze".
Yet you remained completely unfazed.
You looked in my eyes and you told me the truth:
To be happy is to fight nail and tooth
What good is to wish, what good is to hope?
If nothing is done, except that bottle to cope?
Course snow hits my face enough to muddy my brain.
more lies just in case, they suspect you're insane.
There is no one to blame except the one with the pen
You were never alone I was your friend...
And As long as you promise my heart to mend.
I'll promise you:
If you carry the sky then I'll carry you"
the weight dropped to the floor,
The sky was falling, and I care no more.
For As long as you're right next to me,
I will forever be...
Free.
Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 9:47 PM UTC
I was on my way to the ground
Face first, pavement bound,
Felt like atlas with the sky on me,
Expectations made me try to flee
My shoulders buckled and my knees gave out
You had to chuckle while I had to shout,
"The world is unfair, I'm stuck on this maze".
Yet you remained completely unfazed.
You looked in my eyes and you told me the truth:
To be happy is to fight nail and tooth
What good is to wish, what good is to hope?
If nothing is done, except that bottle to cope?
Course snow hits my face enough to muddy my brain.
more lies just in case, they suspect you're insane.
There is no one to blame except the one with the pen
You were never alone I was your friend...
And As long as you promise my heart to mend.
I'll promise you:
If you carry the sky then I'll carry you"
the weight dropped to the floor,
The sky was falling, and I care no more.
For As long as you're right next to me,
I will forever be...
Free.
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