Im sittin' on a citadel
Contemplating life
Making a point to waste my time
Im walking on clouds of white
What if i fall
What if i don't
What if i never make it home
What if i bleed
What if i break
And i find that i can't take
The city below the Citadel
Holding my own hand
And I'm breaking on the balcony
Breaking window panes
killing the pain of broken hearts
I'm walking on clouds
walking on stars
What if i fall
What if i don't
What if i never make it home
What if i bleed
What if i break
And i find that i can't take
The city below the Citadel
Holding my own hand
The city below
I'm holding on to something
It's keepin'me from jumping
I'm so afraid to go it alone
And holding up this fortress
With imaginary forces
Longing for a life down below
Citadel by Anna Nalick biggrin
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