Testo Fine Art Of Falling

I could lie here for a day Tongue tied and out classed Never missing their world that used to be my life And I can't remember what it was That I always wanted But it should have always been this rhyme and reason Not withstanding Folded into beauty And if I hold this here forever I will never down And when I loose my ground I can always remember This is my reason You are my reason to stay I have shed this dry hard shell Traded its comfort for your eyes Played with denial And then denied my own defenses It's no longer a part of me These questions, in security You will always be the most magnificent creation.