I just hope the night can cure my blues,
That one day I’ll see the real you.
That you find the queen in your shoe,
And we can dream of a future or two.

It’s time to accept I lost the love of my life,
To forgive myself for feelings I can't control.
To fight and rise above my vice,
Even if I set lonely goals.

My phone still waits for your red heart,
But only if you’re ready to try.
Because love like ours is art—
It’s God chasing joy, it’s heaven in sight.