Shayla Tagg

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I love the feeling when we lift up, Watching the world so small below. I love the dreaming when I think of; the safety in the clouds out my window. I wonder what keeps us so high up. Could there be a love beneath these wings? If we suddenly fall should I scream out? or keep very quiet and cling to my mouth as I’m crying, so frightened of dying, relax yes I’m trying but fears got a hold on me. Yes, this fears got a hold on me, yes this fears got a hold on me. I love the quiet of the night time, when the sun is drown in a deathly sea. I can feel my heart beating as I speed from; the sense of time catching up with me. The sky set out like a pathway, but who decides which road we take? As people drift into a dream world, I close my eyes as my hands shake, and when I see a new day, who’s driving this anyway? I picture my own grave ‘cause fears got a hold on me. Yes this fears got a hold on me, yes this fears got a hold on me. Yes this fears got a hold on me, yes this fears got a hold on me. Floating neither up nor down, I wonder when I’ll hit the ground. Will the earth beneath my body shake, and cast your sleeping hearts awake? Could it tremble stars from moonlit skies? Could it drag a tear from your cold eyes? I live on the right side I sleep on the left, that’s why everything is got to be love or death. Yes this fears got a hold on me. Yes this fears got a hold on me, yes this fears got a hold on me. Yes this fears got a hold on me, yes this fears got a hold on me.

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