I've fallen to the core,
I've risen to the hate,
And yet my strings;
They broke.
And her eyes;
Were the gate.
She saw me sink,
She helped me float,
I was on the brink,
I had lost my note,
My life was apart,
My life is apart,
So while I sit,
Looking out the window.
She runs free,
Right out the door.
I wait and wait,
For the right moment,
When I can live as myself.
She walks and looks around,
Cause she has found,
the right moment;
Her entire life.
And she lives,
Swooning at her soul,
And dancing in her mind.
I am stuck in myself,
She broke out,
Like clockwork my heart beats;
For me.
Like clockwork she beats;
For herself.
~CrosOver
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