Balcony
The roof slips beneath my feet
as the branches back away from me,
the softest grass turns to concrete,
but I will fly, I will fly, you will see.
I am playing God and I am raising Hell
as far as I can tell, I am all alone, alone in this world
--Rooftop by Melissa McCelland
as the branches back away from me,
the softest grass turns to concrete,
but I will fly, I will fly, you will see.
I am playing God and I am raising Hell
as far as I can tell, I am all alone, alone in this world
--Rooftop by Melissa McCelland
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