The butterflies have died away,
We’re listening to a song sung by
A man who’s thinking ‘bout
the simple life of someone else.
We’re staring at the stars and
Wondering why their secrets are secret
And we’ve got secrets too,
But how’s it so hard to be true,
But it was so hard to be true.

I’m pacing up and down the stairs
I’m tearing out my hair, to find
Something to ease my mind
I don’t know where you are this time,
I’m staring at your empty chair
And knowing that I pushed you,
I pushed you away,
Please know I wanted you to stay.
You lift me up out of the grey,
You lift me up out of the grey.

Chorus

And I can’t envision you,
I’m blind and I’m so high…
And the clouds are forming your
Silhouette in the sky,
Don’t let me fall this time.

Don’t let me fall
The landing breaks my bones
and makes me feel so small.



So, I have no title for this at all. Any ideas?

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