You're not the first girl To dry her fears on her arms In hopes to capture All the memories that hunted you down You can sew your lips shut With your heart strings 'Cause God knows you don't need them To hold yourself together But don't look down because I don't know Falling is fatal from this height, I know I should've never helped you up This high, this high You're not the first girl To cut her fears in her arms Then let them trickle down Past memories to pools in your hands You can hang yourself With your heartstrings 'Cause I know you won't use them To hold yourself up anymore But don't look down because I don't know Falling is fatal from this height, I know I should've never helped you up This high, this high Pull the needle from the back of my veins Pull the needle, pull the pin from my picture From my picture And I will fall to the floor But you have to pull yourself together But don't look down because I don't know Falling is fatal from this height, I know I should've never helped you up This high, this high, this high, this high © BAD SERB PUBLISHING; JURASSIC PARKER PUBLISHING; NON-PROPHET PUBLISHING; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com