I guess this ain't goodbye...

My heart won't stop beating
my steps wont stop taking place
no rooftop will be the place of my last standing
no tear shall ever roll over my face.

I'm not meant for disaster
not tragedy will take over me,
i only need to get higher, and faster
and mark my words on the highest tree
So that they won't ever be gone,
perpetuating my stand
and the feeling I'm lost for,
long before the time I had grown
the desire for this demand,
which I can't take no more.

Fine, I'll do it on my own
I don't need any pitty
I could use a hand, though
instead of making you feel guilty...

There's no need for that,
cuz you ain't done nothing wrong,
here I'm the extra little brat
that doesn't know where I belong.

Nevertheless I won't move,
I don't feel like running.
First I've got something to prove,
then I'll get going.

Ask me back if you want me to,
cause i will run to your arms
just don't expect me to lie to you
for this truth is one I cannot harm.

Yeah, I do love someone,
that's pretty obvious by now.
Not as the sadness I keep inside,
more like the smiles I keep letting out.

I said and promised
I wouldn't want you to get stuck on me,
ironicly how I got so stoned
despite all the signs I didn't want to see...