Trip us or trap us, but we refuse to fall.
That’s what I thought we agreed on. [quote]
How you always talk of catching me, but never open up your hands.
I’m not listening for the right words anymore.
..like the blue sky, right before the rain comes crashing through…
Watch me rise up and leave all the ashes you made out of me.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map