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I'm betting dreams upon my paper wings
Because flying isn't just for kings
I take the stairs to the very top floor
I paid the super to leave open the door
A perfect sunset is sinking in the sky
I know my body is ready to fly
I start the countdown backwards from ten
When I reach one my family name will end
Falling down as windows pass I start to cry
And curse the day my parents laid
Please mark my grave "Unknown"
In a bed of hopelessness where love was made
