... Before we let go at the top.
And we fly,
As we fall-
Hold my hand through it all.
If we built something out of nothing would we break it or will we never find out at all?
Is this what I meant to you,
when everything I said to you came out sounding so very small.
As the sky falls down around us now,
Tell me everything will be okay.
I'll believe you,
You don't have to tell me how.
And then we can cry while looking up at the shards of glass,
because we'll be safe.
Untouched by it all,
Scratched up and bullied,
You will take care of me, I'll be fine.
That is-
.... Until I fall back down.
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