Testo Cut Myself Out

You fall around these thoughts Where you made me come, dear Leave all the days behind that made you run. I shall forget the days that you told me to I was such a waste when I cut myself out Now the fall is over baby You'll descend but at a rate you'll find is slow And all these times afraid to walk the room That you have to take, there is no other way It's forces far above you, though you want me to I'll decorate these heights, I'll make it fit right Somehow we wait from old to young Now the word is small Oooohaayayiahhh...............