I thought I made it clear
The moon is so bright
If only…
He was standing right here
Could I take flight?
I don’t know me.
That’s what I feared.
Losing mind and sight.
I don’t want to see.
These things can never be clear
Such a beautiful night
How did I come to be?
I want him here.
I love the night.
I’ve lost me.
Stop holding him dear.
Don’t put up a fight.
You’re going crazy.
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