Falling /// Flying

The slopes curve is as steep as my lip line
Hot pink as my cheeks in this daytime
Feel the heat in my palms from the incline
Grip strengths weak but I hold tight

I'm on the edge of the horizon
The glares bright, I hide my eyes
I chase time as the sun's risin'
Watch the first light crystalize

To admit it to myself was the hardest
And I catch myself standing on the cliffs edge
I'm trying not to listen to what they said
But it echoes in my head

Im Falling
But it feels like flying
Flying Flying

Woke with a hypnic jerk, felt my body jump so high
Saw the scene of a steep cliff leave my mind
But the color of the ground it stained my eyes

To take it for myself was the hardest
And I catch myself standing on the cliffs edge
Im trying not to listen to what you said
But it echoes in my head

Im Falling
But it feels like flying
Flying Flying

Timelines intertwine
I feel your hand in mine
Illusions of cloud nine
You pull me toward the sky
You say its all a lie
I hopelessly abide
I lose control, I sigh
My last breath of this life

Falling
Flying