Watching the world from afar,
with my moon and my stars.
Who's the world to call me strange
if I don't stay in it at all?
From afar, from afar,
with my moon and my stars.
You can never be like me
like I cannot be who you are.
Monday, March 7, 2016
Sunday, March 6, 2016
Breathe
Now I rip myself apart,
just to feel you breathe.
I stay where I do not belong,
with hope that you never leave.
Every day, I break apart,
just to feel you breathe.
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