Flying
A story never told
A page never read
A pen in a cap, with ink never pressed on a page in a pad
With nothing on it's sheets but blank space
Waiting to be stained
Waiting for the paint
Waiting for the blues
Waiting for the pain
Waiting for the bruises to abuse it
We're all two steps closer to the mile
That can only be walked in our shoes if we choose it

Flying
I don't wanna say goodbye tonight
Or cry while I'm going down
I don't wanna die in Amsterdam
So leave me on the ground
And you won't hear me crying
Falling from the clouds
Hands pressed on my window
So leave me on the ground
Leave me on the ground (I don't wanna say goodbye tonight)
Leave me on the ground (I don't wanna say goodbye tonight)

Flying
I can still hear the clicking of the belts
The bell from the sign telling me to buckle up for the remainder of the ride
The laughs trying to cover up the screaming inside
The silence of the scared flying through the air
Every drop and bump
Every fucking sound
Every second spent above the ground
Could this be my story never told
My page never read
Or will the grass be underneath my two feet again

I don't wanna say goodbye tonight
Or cry while I'm going down
I don't wanna die in Amsterdam
So leave me on the ground
And you won't hear me crying
Falling from the clouds
Hands pressed on my window
So leave me on the ground
Leave me on the ground (I don't wanna say goodbye tonight)
Leave me on the ground (I don't wanna say goodbye tonight)

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