Trust Is Falling Into Someone's Arms, Them Not Letting You Hit The Ground. But You know What?
You Let Me Hit The Ground.
Now, I've Broken Countless Things, You've Left Me With Scars, And My Chest Aches From The Impact Of It All. Now, I Can't Trust Anyone Else To Carry Me. We Were Hundreds Of Feet Off The Ground, Looking at The View, When You Dropped Me. Every Inch I Fell, I Kept Loving You. I Kept Believing In You. But When I Reached The Ground, I Broke. My Breath Caught, And I Went Still. Everything Hurts. Every Scene Blurs. Until I Lay Motionless, And Dead. Fallen And Broken. No Life In Me.
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