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Cheryl Cole - Parachute

I can't take another blow, because all these days proved to me that every second of this mess is more than I can take. It's the last chance and I know there's no letting go.
Even if it means hoping against hope, I would, because I refuse to believe that "Everything is transitory" is true. Perhaps someday I'll be the one who smiles radiantly at you and shines with bliss, perhaps someday I'll be the 'madwoman in the attic' screaming in delirium, perhaps someday I might appear on the news with headlines screaming that "A girl has died". No-one knows, but I'm certainly I'm in search of something. Perhaps, I guess, I'm just in search for something that hasn't quite existed.

Even when it feels like we have become a thread that's threatened to snap above the flames, I am still holding on. I guess I used to know what I'm holding on to, but I guess..not anymore. I'm just holding on to you.