Sickness is relentless
It doesn't care what I may have had planned
Or about my dreams.
The world is not a wish-granting factory.
I don't want to let this go
I don't want to lose control.
I just want to see the stars
With you.
And I don't want to say
Goodbye. Someone
Tell me why,
I just want to see the stars
With you.
I am a grenade
At some point I am going to blow up,
And I would like to minimize the casualties.
I lost, a part of my existence
In the war against myself.
Oh, the lights,
They light up in lights of sadness.
Telling me it's time to go.
It's time to go.
Maybe "Okay" will be our always.
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