Tell me how far I am from your head. Tell me how far you are from loving me.
So many nights building my castles. So many fights going on in my mind.
I don't understand why I can't love you. Maybe I do, but I don't accept it.
How can I really be so naïve? How could I really do this to me? Tell me why, tell me why.
And I would move the stars, I would arrange the sky for us to constellate.
And I would be so proud to die on your way. A fake illusion, to constellate.
Perhaps I don't get it at all. Perhaps I don't know what's going on. In the sky. In our sky.
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