ON THE WALL

on

Addiction sickness lust.


Count it as a curse


There’s not enough highs in the world


Long days looking for you


Nights with what’s left


Count on me to come


To find you while you’re getting lost


Watch you and blow a kiss


I’ll bring the sun and


every moon you’ve missed


Since you’ve been gone


Counting shooting stars under the midnight sky

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