Hit the ground. Weighed down again. You walked out. But I'm sure you're my friend. . It must have been good. This can't be for good. Everyone's. Is everyone OK.
She builds her own satellite from an old rusted chair. She leaves this old world behind and the things that's she cares.. Maybe she's gone, but it won't be for long, what do I know? Maybe she's found what we all dream about, what do I know?(oh).
Cut my wings, I'm growing them back today. Tomorrow's uptight, tomorrow's a bribe, tomorrow's not today. So I don't want to feel alive. I don't want to touch the sky.
There's nothing you can say. Nothing you can do. There's nothing in between. You know the truth. . Nothing left to face. There's nothing left to lose.
You're a little bit shy. A little too quiet. You're the mixed up girl. That everybody leaves behind. A little bit weird. A little too bright. But you just might be.