I guess it's OK to say your name now
but my ease is laid to rest
when you speak.

the starts will never shine again.
painted over by black and silver.
looking down on the pitiful angels
that died.

I tried to save you, I promise.
I did.
but you wouldn't let me
so you helped yourself die.

now the stars are gaining back
the awful colors that shine,
I think I'm going home tonight,
but my doors will not be open
and my windows no longer apart,

no longer waiting for you to come by.
 
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