Teach me how to fly (again).

You took away my wings when I tried to teach you how to fly.
Now you try to give me them back, but it's too late.
I don't know how to fly anymore.
And I don't know if I want to remember.

Sometimes I dream I have my wings back.
I dream I can fly away... So far away.
Away from here, away from you, away from the pain.
I wish I could.
I wish I could fly again.
I would ask you, but I'm afraid. I don't want to fall again.

If at least there was somebody else...
No, that wouldn't work too.
I try to fool myself and believe that's real, but it isn't.
I love you too much... Only you could teach me how to fly again.
I would only let you do it.

I give up.
I want to fly, with you, but I'm afraid of what might happen.
I'm too insucure to fly alone.
So I fall, again, to the same floor.
It won't hurt, I don't feel anything anymore.
But this time I won't get up, I don't have the strength.
I don't want anyway. I have no reasons to get up.

So in this floor I'll fade.
Forget all that we once were.