Citadel

Citadel - Anna Nalick

I'm sitting on a citadel

Contemplating life

Making a point to waste my time

I'm walking on clouds of white

What if I fall

What if I don't

What if I never make it home

What if I bleed

What if I break

And I find that I can't take

The city below the Citadel

Holding my own hand

And I'm breaking on the balcony

Breaking window panes

Killing the pain of broken hearts

I'm walking on clouds

Walking on stars

What if I fall

What if I don't

What if I never make it home

What if I bleed

What if I break

And I find that I can't take

The city below the Citadel

Holding my own hand

I'm holding on to something

It's keeping me from jumping

I'm so afraid to do it alone

And holding up this fortress

With imaginary forces

Longing for a life down below

What if I fall

What if I don't

What if I never make it home

What if I bleed

What if I break

And I find that I can't take

The city below the Citadel

Holding my own hand

The city below the Citadel

Holding my own hand

The city below the Citadel

Holding my hand