Your not the first girl To dry her fears on her arms In hopes to capture All the memories that hunted you down You can sew your lips shut With your heart strings Cause God knows that you dont need them to hold yourself together But dont down because I dont know Falling is fatal from this part i know I should've never helped you up This high, this high Your not the first girl To cut her fears in her arms Then let them trickle down Past memories to pools in your hands You can hang yourself with your heartstrings Cause I know you wont use them to hold yourself up anymore But dont down because I dont know Falling is fatal from this part i know I should've never helped you up This high, this high Pull the needle from the back of my vanes Pull the needle, pull the pin from my picture From my picture And I will fall to the floor But you have to pull yourself together But dont down because I dont know Falling is fatal from this part i know I should've never helped you up This high, this high This high, this high