Many spheres go around under the light of a sun that been rubed with a lipgloss
Sounds are muted, sobbing of somebody sents a fleur of the unknown colossal loss.
Im pointing my finger to map pretending I know the way, but the truth is Im lost
Love is speaking to us just like we're still alive, but its far gone, we are ghosts
of ourselves.
If you'd tell me about how's it going with you now, I'd cover my ears
We became strangers long ago, right? so I don't wanna hear things
Picture of you packing your life up in the suitcase still burst me to tears
I cannot get rid of it even when Im asleep, imagine, it haunts me in my dreams
All the time
all the time
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