Some people build their lives on platforms hoping that they won't fall Some people never know how to make a home, and when the wind comes They run far from everything making surviving a game to live out Because I am a survivor,if you think breaking us down will keep us down Then you don’t really know what to do to us anymore If I saw you walk again from mewould I be strong enough to stay conscious this time  Could I go back to walking in circles,too made to look up and not be able to see.Too prideful to admit that I’ m not okay,could I even blame someone other than myself There were bad days that I didn’t see until now with my eyes closed  We’ve been through worse but since you stood in front of meI’m not used to facing the wind.There is so much that I must explain to myself even after everything that I should Maybe for some reason,I couldn’t see that you were enough and I was more than anyone else Is that why you had your hands on my neck?I thought that seeing stars was a part of love