I keep reaching
for something I know I can't have
But I decide
To waste my energy anyway
All I want is for
you to look at me
The way you look at him
I'm searching for that
To hold on to
My arm outstretched
But I'm reaching for air
I can't reach
This
This thing that I dream of
Dreams that come
In the form of nightmares
Maybe it's time
For me to stop
And realize
I can't hold air
So I should stop reaching
Sometimes I imagine
That my life is a movie
Each scene belongs to a song
Each song to a scene
Sometimes I let myself
Just float in the music
Red
White
And Blue
The colors of America
We parade down the streets
Covered in these colors
I wonder what our parade will look like
This year
Will we parade with joy
Celebrate tragedies
Love is an open door?
All you need is love?
Love story?
I know that feeling
A bit differently
Not quite what the song was intended for
But I know of love
That opens doors
The love that is
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