It’s your battle,
I didn’t ask to be in it,
I said sorry first,
But you cut me open again.
I hope you get what’s coming,
Because every colour now is clear.
And this movie, is reality.
I love the stars, and the moon,
I want the gold and white diamonds,
Just to hold them, and throw them away,
My bad habit of throwing away treasure,
Just so I can do it all over again,
I love your eyes still,
But you blinded mine with hate.
It’s all my fault, here we go,
Let’s count down to the end,
And hear you say again,
I did it all myself, of course you did.
You have a dream and mine has passed,
What will save me now,
Be grateful, the crowd is on your side.
✾themeekarestillhere✾
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