Skies are crying I am watching Catching teardrops in my hands Only silence as it’s ending, like we never had a chance Do you have to, make me feel like there is nothing left of me?
[Chorus] You can take everything I have You can break everything I am Like i’m made of glass Like i’m made of paper Go on and try to tear me down I will be rising from the ground Like a skyscraper! Like a skyscraper!
[Demi Lovato] As the smoke clears I awaken, and untangle you from me Would it make you, feel better to watch me while I bleed? All my windows, still are broken But I’m standing on my feet
When you love someone who suffers from the disease of addiction you await the phone call. There will be a phone call. The sincere hope is that the call will be from the addict themselves, telling you they’ve had enough, that they’re ready to stop, ready to try something new. Of course though, you…