How does it feel,
I would like to ask,
When the world is crushing down upon you
From a million miles above,
How does it feel,
To be unable to breath when the pressure of the moment strikes,
How does it feel to have your very soul,
Crushed to dust sized pieces of crystal,
How does it feel,
To be walked all over without a single thought of remorse,
How does it feel,
To be told that you love me,
And then for you to snatch my secure ground out from under me,
And tumble me from a cliff.
How does it feel,
To not know the pain the courses through my veins,
How does it feel,
To be wrapped in a sense of security and to not even remember me.
