In my world,
The Sun won’t shine like it used to be.
The Moon does not make an appearence due to anxiety.
Stars don’t fall for the reason they’re afraid of giving false hope to humanity.

As from where i stand,
The sky is coming for us,
bringing judgement from above.

Dear my parallel existence,
if you’re reading this could you tell me your world?

.-.

i take you on a ride
think about nothing but to make you proud
you look happy when i kiss you on the side
but then you told me that i’m not right

then please tell me what to do
i do no wrong in my point of view
did i chose the wrong path to talk to you
in the end all i do is sipping all your bottle through

enough girl
it feels like right now we’re sober
we pull the string and then it’s over
goodbye my ex-partner