Herown

Its the rhythm pouring out the speakers
That remind my heart
How to keep on
Beating

Watching out my window
Wishing I could find a place
Where I can climb up into the tree tops
To touch the sky
I might just hop on a cloud
And leave the ground to drift away from
All that I claimed to love

This is only the beginning,
But the ending comes quick.

So buckle up,
Get strapped in,

This is the final ride

And it's the wildest.

Im just a broken girl
With one too many lost peices
A patch work of ridged glass
And thin fabric
He calls me his
Vintage doll
All cracked and beaten
But beautiful in a way
The newly made
Will never appreciate
But I laugh and nod
Never really agreeing
Cause I know the truth
I was always just a cracked china
Plate layed out on the ripped table cloth
That was left behind and forgotten

Would you rather fly or dive?
To runaway from all your problems
Or drown the source of them
To escape this mayhem
Or wreck havoic on
Your demons
The night is long
But the water is cold
Could you give up your hands
For a pair of wings
Or would you trade in
Your lungs for a new fin
This land has caught on fire
Nothing else remains
Will you fly away with the clouds
Or swim out with the sea

But that's the thing,
it is all my fault.

I deserve this hell
I am going through.

The fire burns hotter
to melt the sins down.