For This

by Curing the Comon Cliche   Dec 29, 2008


Falling out of the sky
What if you don't want to fly?
When I hit the ground
How quick till I die?

I know you can't love me
Not after this way
I feel like I cheated
But you said it's ok

Ugh, I feel like puking
I feel like crying sorry now
I feel like climbing on the nearest plane
Crash landing in your town

I'm so god damned sorry
Don't tell me it was my choice
You hate me, I hate me, you have to hate me
I won't forgive myself till the day I die.

As you look up and see the stars
Looking up into the sky
You see the plane I'm flying in
Barrel roll to the great goodbye

You see me in the window
A sorry on my lips
I hate myself, I hate myself
You have to hate me for this

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