Marelenya

here I go again holding false hopes high so that they may come crashing down on me here we go again wishing upon the stars when wishing on a falling object is so much closer the static scrambles dreams all built on false circumstances pulling me right back down the impact scrambles brains all built up on hopes and dreams and I'm falling right back down all too often I find myself believing that I could fly if I only open my wings five floors down, someone is screaming I can fly if I could only open imaginary wings mother, this is goodbye as I'm leaving I know the secret to mending broken wings reaching for the light, the u