Hanging High

A paper plane is flying high The wind decides when it will go down To the left and to the right My eyes are squinting to the sunshine Eyelids ignore the light A starry sky changing the sight I was reaching out for something new You said you cared and

Oh thunder in my heart These razors cutting sharp And leaves me with an ever bleeding scar So soft, so suddenly So that I can not breathe I'm drawn into a circle painted black Oh I'm hanging high Oh won't you let me down Back where I started at You k