Don’t you know you’re falling?
Can’t you see it gets worse?
This grave I’ve dug
will be the end of us.
Don’t you know you’re falling down?
You signed your death
sending me away.
You’re falling,
there’s nothing left for you to hold on to.
I don’t understand
why my heart falls with you.
There’s nothing left for me to hold on to,
except for the past.
Don’t you know you’re falling down?
Before I bury you
with new souls,
I want you to know
That it’s me, not you, who will be missed.
You’re dead to me.
Jan 20, 2011
Jan 20, 2011 at 11:52 PM UTC
Don’t you know you’re falling?
Can’t you see it gets worse?
This grave I’ve dug
will be the end of us.
Don’t you know you’re falling down?
You signed your death
sending me away.
You’re falling,
there’s nothing left for you to hold on to.
I don’t understand
why my heart falls with you.
There’s nothing left for me to hold on to,
except for the past.
Don’t you know you’re falling down?
Before I bury you
with new souls,
I want you to know
That it’s me, not you, who will be missed.
You’re dead to me.
original 1/20/2011
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