Towering
Your Great Fall
This is the season of your crash and the year of your great fall. Alone, you are, still standing on a collapsed bridge. I was once there. Your head hangs now and like mine did. The warmest I have ever felt, I broke myself from everything to gain nothing. I could tell myself this a thousand times, but in the end, is this your fall or is it mine? I will not stand on broken ground. Your great fall
From Letras Mania