I'm standing at my window
watching the city lights,
and the waning moon throws
shooting stars all around my sight.
As the hours pass by
the cold slowly fills the night.
I throw my coffee cup so high
it seems it wont fall back tonight.
And I imagine myself sitting on the edge
closing my eyes, breaking my cage.
It seems I can hear a million cries
from a million broken-hearting lies.
And I jump, I'm sure I can fly...
And I hear the wind howling at my hears
And I slide, higher than the sky...
Or am I falling faster than my tears ?
The ground's approaching,
I can hear the sound of a thousand people crashing.
I open my eyes but all I see
are the last drops in my cup of coffee.
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