Why do you love the dark? and run from the sun, it does not make you shine any less.
I wish you were a full moon, can I see all of you? So that I can show you all of my love.
Why do you say I shouldn't wait, You always come back, in pursuit of the sun, I wonder, when will I be your sun again, you promised, it will be night again, I can bask in your light once more, when no one is around, and the rain makes me feel, show me your blood, show me your love, it's all the same, you shine, whether you acknowledge the sun or not.
Wrote this for my ex she always wondered why I hated myself so much so this is from her pov how I see it.