Hide my head in the clouds,
I miss you,
I miss you, my love.
And i'm sorry.
I carry my glass in my hand,
taking the people i care about most.
Smashing it down and,
no one did listen,
i scream my sorrows out loud.
Stairs fall down as i walk,
im sinking right down,
and im thinking,
thinking of you.
No i didnt see her!
What a shame?
i swore i saw a girl casting an eye,
trying to cry,
all alone.
If your good, i'll take you one day.
I shake up the past,
and jump in the mirror,
i'll blow out the glass,
and take a side glance,
i'll sit on the border,
i'll take out a sigh,
I see you go past in the sky.















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