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by Curing the Comon Cliche Dec 29, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Falling out of the sky What if you don't want to fly? When I hit the ground How quick till I die? I know you can't love me Not after this way I feel like I cheated But you said it's ok Ugh, I feel like puking I feel like crying sorry now I feel like climbing on the nearest plane Crash landing in your town I'm so god damned sorry Don't tell me it was my choice You hate me, I hate me, you have to hate me I won't forgive myself till the day I die. As you look up and see the stars Looking up into the sky You see the plane I'm flying in Barrel roll to the great goodbye You see me in the window A sorry on my lips I hate myself, I hate myself You have to hate me for this