The Wicked
Sometimes the breeze lets me fall, I breathe and I fade away.
Tonight I'll feel the panic like I did before.
Tonight I'll sink into the artic.
March into the photograph, now.
You fall, you climb, you collapse out of control.
Turning me towards a darker radius and turning towards you.
If you still love me would I be alright?
No, just let me shatter, for me its not okay.
