eyes shut no they're open
holding your hands with sandbags under my eyes
there's nothing i can do about this
even when the sun comes out, it's raining somewhere else in the world
when the world isn't the reflection of your wishes and dreams
where do you go to wish on stars, on the night sky?
i want to take the stars and moons with me wherever i go
maybe it's you that has it backwards
should i remind you about the sunrises and sunsets
the pyramids, the waves the glaciers?
they weren't just dreamt of to exist
you weren't made by accident
i wasn't made on accident
maybe this is the world we live in
on purpose, purposeful, purposes.
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