(G. Anselmo, 2007 ChargeUp'd Inc.) nnThis is how it feelsnwhen the earth is made of glassnand it breaksntrouble in the skynwhen i would call you minentill the end of you and innLosing it all once againnto have never fell apartnif almost this never wasnwould it ever be again?nnWould i go back,nto the last night we hadnto take it all backnto hold you once in endncould i go back,nto become?nnI felt this way beforenbut never quite so realntaking all we werenand making it surrealnunderneath suspended timenanything to feelnnLosing it all once againnto never have fell apartnif almost this never wasnwould it ever be again?nnWould i go back,nto the last night we hadnto take it all backnto hold you once in endncould i go back,nto become?nnI felt this way, all alongnfor you to see n