Wounded Canopys.

When broken in half
Life never seems to pass
The canopy of its wounded
To the sky so blue
And so happy

And we'll never learn to fly
When we're to afraid to jump
Take my hand and we'll soar
To the top of the sky

Afraid of the hearts
covered up songs
Riddled in truths and facts
Ohhohh

I've never been proud
Of how easy I seem to be
Yeah
I seem to be so easy
Yeah

Take my hand
and we'll fall apart
Its the fate
Of a broken heart.

Its not like its hard for me to love
Its just to damn easy to fall at all
Falling is what I do

Yet I've never been proud
Of how easy I seem to be
Yeah
I seem to be so easy
Yeah
Yeah..

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i wrote this because i recorded it.
it was ok.
i might hate it but idk.