And the father speaks out loud,
inside of me.
Playing with the people,
in the centre of town,
downtown darling.
Softly grasping a moment of true
craving a deep hope for a burning future,
fuming inside of me.
Constellations and galaxies collide into my soul
as a bullet tear a body apart in the eyes of a butterfly.
It's too late anyway.
I'm gone, far away from here.
Forgive me, but not forget me.
T is about to leave,
she wasn't invited anyway.
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