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Published on Aug 26, 2011
left up in the attic with your strings, sometimes you may feel you dont mean a thing. just tossed around without any respect, but i tell you this, there's someone you haven't met. Who will cut those strings down and hold their arms out, and end up treating you right. With the windows open, your heart unbroken, the dust will be swept away.
No more ghost eyes, no more hard cries, won't that be a day to see? I know you're tired, of all the liars, but one day you'll end this misery. Softly sore sight, will see the new heights, and suddenly your life will fade from blue, into something new.
Locked inside a ship so far away, your voice so quiet, guess you'll have to stay. Unless you want to speak out loud, Rip off the tape and shout. The summer hasn't ended yet, so how much worse could this get? You just have to believe in yourself, and pick yourself up where you fell.