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| You can�t keep pushing people away. I see right through your bedroom walls And know there�s more there than just space. Every time you help me up To open the door You let me fall again And slam the door in my face The kid who wont climb the tree For fear of falling on his face. Who just gets laughed at But convinces himself he�s safer And can�t be missing much. Is the ground where you want to stay during your youthful life? Watching the other kids hang from the branches With smiles on their faces And laughing at the kid who doesn�t climb the tree. I was at the top Looking down on all the cruel boys And made sympathy when I looked at your Hurt filled eyes. I�m climbing down to the lowest branch And I�m reaching for your hand. All you need to do is trust me now. |
| Climb the Tree |