Until the day I die
I spill my heart for you
and the stars will cry
the blackest tears tonight
Hear I am
Pouring my heart onto these rooftops
Talking backwards
I tried to take control of my heart
Now our hands are tied
We can never let it go this far
Nothing can fly with this broken wing
There's so much to hold on to now
I'm still here
I guess it's too bad
That everything we had was taken away
Intoxicating beauty tears everything down
Author notes
I used several different songs from Story of the Year's Page Avenue CD. I took bits and pieces and tied them together to try and make sense.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I heard that first part of the song!
I likes the song too, meaning that I loves the poem 
. And the bits and pieces do make sense and were tied together pretty fluidly! =D
GREAT job
diggin it majorly
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i am too ugly!
btw love the poem..
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this isnt original...Didnt see much sense in it...
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