Look at the stars
Arnt they so beautiful
I thought we’d go far
But I’m here at your funeral
You can’t see me
But I can see you
you’re so cold, so blue
I shouldn’t have let you leave
Should I dwell in my regret ?
Should I hate myself for loving
As if I could fix my love of neglect
As if I could see the secrets swept’
Underneath the pretty rug
You covered yourself In jewels
Yet you mingled with scary bugs
Am I just another fool ?
Look at the stars
Aren’t they so beautiful
Now I love you from afar
Someone had to attend my funeral
Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 5:37 PM UTC
Look at the stars
Arnt they so beautiful
I thought we’d go far
But I’m here at your funeral
You can’t see me
But I can see you
you’re so cold, so blue
I shouldn’t have let you leave
Should I dwell in my regret ?
Should I hate myself for loving
As if I could fix my love of neglect
As if I could see the secrets swept’
Underneath the pretty rug
You covered yourself In jewels
Yet you mingled with scary bugs
Am I just another fool ?
Look at the stars
Aren’t they so beautiful
Now I love you from afar
Someone had to attend my funeral
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