With a little bit of warning earlier today,
I see myself lying on the cart in the hallway.
Am weary of looking at the ceiling above
that misled me to take the wrong way.
This dream of flying in your sky,
everything seemed fazed i don't know why.
And with what i heard my world fell by.
Our Free Fall addictions I cannot defy.
Now how much ever I try to trace my roots.
I get no closer to what i should.
And how much ever I try to keep you at bay,
I only become weaker each passing day.
Coming of age I now understand,
Those memories are hard to leave behind.
I curse me now to have seen us disband
Please come back and hold my hand.
