You don't need to speak the words aloud,
for your eyes already tell me the story.
And, for all of its glory,
I'd rather be stuck in a large crowd,
than be blinded by your imaginary clouds.
You don't need to speak the words aloud,
for your eyes already tell me the story.
And, for all of its glory,
I'd rather be stuck in a large crowd,
than be blinded by your imaginary clouds.
For every word I can’t say,
I try to write it down,
but at the end of the day,
I know I’ll never find the words.
They jumble together,
like the sunset’s melting colors.
For every excuse I make,
Searching for something more,
The days pass me by,
like the wind on the shore.
I look to the stars for answers,
Hoping to see my future,
In their crystal like light.
As the darkness of night,
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