3 acessos
Standing on this cliff
My back to the edge
Burden has taken hold
And broke my wings
These cuts wont heal
They only increase in number
I can't pull free from this
Knife in my back
My hands outstretched
Reaching for a reason not to say goodbye
Grasping nothing
My hands are refusing to reach any longer
I brush my heart form my sleeve
To fall in the dirt and rest in peace
It should be safer away from me
Trust you to catch me
Through your hands i fall
Fall back from everything
The wind whispers in my ear
She never said goodbye