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I fall beneath the clouds, into the ground, I'm reaching the peak, of frustration and despair, So don't ask me why, I'm crying my heart out, on a chick flick movie, Don't ask me to ride a yellow bus with you, When I don't look out the window anymore, I wake up every morning, and she's laying awake beside me, her arms are pulled against each other, pushed against her chest, Trying to retain whatever is growing inside, There ain't no handcuffs, It's all inside my head, It's a tricky game played, She asked me " where you wish to be" I wish I had a right answer, But I have no place till now, that I can call home, Is it wrong, to count the days left for us to leave, back where she fell into silent sleep, back where she feels home, I wish I could drive her home, and be on my own, I've been holding in myself to the deep, But it's hard not to fall apart, when all she's doing, is breaking into despair.