The Wicked

Sometimes the breeze lets me fall

I breathe and fade away

Tonight I'll feel the panic like I did before

Tonight I'll sink into the artic

March into the photograph

March into the photograph now

You fall

You climb

You collapse

You collapse

Out of control, out of control

Turning me towards a darker radius

And turning towards you

If you still love me

Would I be alright?

No, just let me shatter

For me it's not okay