You enjoy solitude yet crave for a momentary touch

A world that is so broken has left you to rust

My, my baby

I’m glad to see you smile

One that is genuine because it lasts for a while

I often wonder what lies behind your glassy eyes

I want to

I want to

To find you in your truest form beneath the starry skies.

- Sun
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