A perfect life of which I can only dream is stored inside sleepless hours full of thoughts, the mysteries of midnight in which only people who wish on stars are wide awake, not decifering themselves, but things they believe are more beautiful. The stardust shines in my veins as I write and wonder what my life could've been if I had trusted the moon and its guidance. If I followed your song, would you take me to a better sun or to an inevitable bitter-sweet ending?
Would you help me find a light I trust or would you help me build a home of darkness and shadows?
Would you tear me down to put me back together or would you leave me shattered on the icy floor of truths?
Would you give me roses made of lies and trick me with their thorns or a dandelion as fragile as one's soul?