rock-a-bye baby, upon the tree-top.
and you know you can’t trust them anymore. you know they’re gonna fucking let you drop.
when the wind blows, the cradle will rock.
and don’t you dare let them see you vulnerable. don’t let them find out that… well, sometimes… you can’t stand tall.
when the bough breaks, the cradle will fall.
and you’re not gonna be able to pretend forever. and i know you didn’t think i’d be weak enough to crack, but here i am.
and down will come baby. cradle and all.