Should I try to explain the way my heart is crashing like a plane, with my wings spinning 'round, and counting down until I hit the ground? Can I trust the way I feel? Will I miss the reveal? Should I spill it all across the floor? Confess the mess, or rest forevermore?
Could I try to believe that every day is like a summer breeze? Without worry and pain, and only all the warmth and light remains? Though the warmth is getting worse since the start of this verse. I can't stand it anymore. Called the fire department. No response, it's been burned down.
Oh, I never knew it could be so easy to slip, and suddenly, I am falling so freely through a sky without a ground. I'm running round in circles chasing someone through the wings. He's dressed an awful lot like me and breaking all my things. Is this a dream?
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