shakey hands, steady
palms getting sweaty
head heavy
i'm hardly ready
loss of innocence, imminent
pick a point among the stars
and that's where i'll die
to be the one that watches over you
forever from the sky
above the noise, the traffic, the city scape
above the ploys, the havoc, the high stakes
the ones that make sure you're okay
are the ones who make the most mistakes
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