Trapped in a world of a broken heart.
Did I die or was I framed?
I took my phony heaven scent.
And I left on a holiday.
For the last thing I knew.
My face was in the sky.
I was up there looking down.
Why did I have to die?
We live each day, so alone.
In a world of disbelief.
We fight each day with every breath.
We can look but will never see.
For the last thing I knew.
My face was in the sky.
I was up there looking down.
Why did I have to die?
Moving along i've realized.
The nature of it all.
It's not how hard we roll the dice.
It's how we take the fall.