When you found me on the floor,
in the corner...
with my back against the wall,
realizing, against the world how I'm so small
and I couldn't even reach to take your hand.
we didn't know,it was the weight of the world on our shoulders..
we didn't know, didn't' know...
we couldn't change a thing.
nothing gets to me the way, your touch against my face
feels soft and I feel whole, but i never want to fall
because if falling leads me here.. to my corner on the floor
I just can't fake it anymore.
On the inside there is pain, I can't take it not again..
on the floor in the corner, with my back against the wall
I'm already down, there's no more room to fall
if i do, would you catch me or will the cycle start again
oh no not again,
when my shoulders lift from doubt
in the world i live without the pressure of the world on our shoulders.
I'll live here, on the floor in my corner.
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