Atlas
Holding the world on my shoulders
One slip, and now it’s gone
The world around me flames and burns
I’m drowning in the ocean
Don’t waste your pity on me
I guess I should have known
I brought this mess upon myself
And now I’m all alone
I’m reaching, crying, sinking, dying
The end of the world came too soon
While I was shooting for the moon
I asked too much, aimed too high
Now it’s time to pay the price
Armageddon came and passed
I’m the one who wound up last
The sky is weeping tears of pain
Seeing me fall and break again
The waves rocking me to sleep
My private sorrows I will keep
Tomorrow morning with the dawn
The world will resume and carry on
I’m floating, swimming, breathing, singing
When I awake the world is fine
But I cannot escape my mind
And though my world is on the mend...
I know, in my soul,
That I will drop the world again
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