Falling Down
So high I don't want to come down,
Feel my feet touch the ground,
Like the leaves falling down.
I'm numb to the sound,
You watch as I drown.
The pictures remain,
But the faces have changed.
As I take the blame,
And I feel the shame.
Standing in the cold rain,
I will never be the same.
As I stumble again,
I reach for your hand,
I don't understand,
Your diabolical plan...
I'm emberred remains,
Of your twisted game,
As you walk away...
I don't want to be, I don't want to see.
I don't want to be...
God save me... Please take me...
As the leaves fall from the trees.
So high I don't want to come down...
Copyright © Christina Sample | Year Posted 2017
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