The Fine Art Of Falling Testo

I could lie here all day, tongue tied and outclassed 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 drown And when I lose 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 part of me These questions, insecurity You will always be the most magnificent creation