This is me breaking down
This is me hanging up my crown
Turning the pages that change the scene
Making my world more bearable for me
Up and down the vicious ride went
Down so low into the muddy trench
Below the ground I kept going
I dug myself a hole
I buried my self in
Made it a home
Where I rested
Desperately I am searching
Continuously perching
On a branch too low to see
Through this forest; beyond these trees
This is me breaking down
This is me hanging up my crown
Turning the pages that change the scene
Making my world more bearable for me
The mountains are in the distance
They hold truth of my existence
Melodic antiphons they whisper
Up off my perch
I hit the ground, cold
I dig myself a hole
I bury my self in
Make it a home
Where I rest
This is me breaking down
This is me hanging up my crown
Turning the pages that change the scene
Making the world more bearable for me
This is me hanging up my crown
Turning the pages that change the scene
Making my world more bearable for me
Up and down the vicious ride went
Down so low into the muddy trench
Below the ground I kept going
I dug myself a hole
I buried my self in
Made it a home
Where I rested
Desperately I am searching
Continuously perching
On a branch too low to see
Through this forest; beyond these trees
This is me breaking down
This is me hanging up my crown
Turning the pages that change the scene
Making my world more bearable for me
The mountains are in the distance
They hold truth of my existence
Melodic antiphons they whisper
Up off my perch
I hit the ground, cold
I dig myself a hole
I bury my self in
Make it a home
Where I rest
This is me breaking down
This is me hanging up my crown
Turning the pages that change the scene
Making the world more bearable for me
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