Iīm sitting on a citadel
Contemplating life
Making a point to waste my time
Iīm walking on clouds of white
What if I fall?
What if I donīt?
What if I never make it home?
What if I bleed?
What if I break?
And I find that I canīt take
The city below the Citadel
Holding my own hand?
And Iīm breaking on the balcony
Breaking window panes
Killing the pain of broken hearts
Iīm walking on clouds
Walking on stars
What if I fall?
What if I donīt?
What if I never make it home?
What if I bleed?
What if I break?
And I find that I canīt take
The city below the Citadel
Holding my own hand?
Iīm holding on to something
Itīs keeping me from jumping
Iīm so afraid to go it alone
And holding up this fortress
With imaginary forces
Longing for a life down below
What if I fall?
What if I donīt?
What if I never make it home?
What if I bleed?
What if I break?
And I find that I canīt take
The city below the Citadel
Holding my own hand?
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