martes, 12 de julio de 2011

SKYSCRAPER

Skies are crying, I am whatching. Catching teardrops in my hands. Only silence as it's ending, like we never had a chance. Do you have to make me feel like there's nothing left of me.
You can take everything I have, you can break everything I am, like I'm made of glass, like I'm made of paper.
Go on and try tear me down, I'll be rising from the ground.
Like a skyscraper.

As the smoke clears, I waken and untagle you from me. Would it make you feel better to watch me while I bleed. All my windows still are broken, but I'm standing on my feet.
Go run, run, run; I'm gonna stay right here watch you disappear. Go run, run, run; yes, it's a long way down, but I'm closer to clouds up here.
Like a skyscraper.

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