What if?
What if I fall
What if I don't
What if I never make it home
What if I bleed
What if I break
And I find that I can't take
The city below the citadel
Holding my own hand?
Holding on to something
That's keeping me from jumping
So afraid to go in alone
Holding up this fortress
With imaginary forces
Longing for a life down below
What if I don't
What if I never make it home
What if I bleed
What if I break
And I find that I can't take
The city below the citadel
Holding my own hand?
Holding on to something
That's keeping me from jumping
So afraid to go in alone
Holding up this fortress
With imaginary forces
Longing for a life down below
Kommentarer
Postat av: Bea
Är det den svarta eller den gula mobilen? Dom va snygga! Kramar på dig! /Bea
Postat av: Anonym
den svarta :P
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