Going down brace positions
Falling to the ground in which I stand on the ground I stand, when this goes too far.
Hammered to my head the bells that chime when this is dead.
Maybe it’s the way the glass warps your eyes I swear, you stare right through me
It’s that feeling when the plane lands just close your eyes, and hope for the best
Going down Brace positions Grace deficient Keep the conversation growing
Going down Brace positions Grace deficient 6 months until you’re going
When all your feelings are dead and all I’ve said can’t resurrect, when the tombstones been read what we’ve come to expect
It’s tearing me apart, that part of me glaring right from the start
It’s that feeling before the plane lands just close your eyes and hope for the best
It’s that feeling before the plane lands all you’re concealing falling through your hands
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