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It’s on nights like these Where I look to the stars to find my peace Millions of lights just shining bright Even though most of them have already died
Talk to me and show me the world in your eyes Show me the beauty, monochrome, loneliness inside
I want to write you But a part of me just can’t write anymore Constantly barking up the same tree I’m slowly growing tired of being me Of seeing the world in monochrome While everyone bathes in newly found colors
Maybe it’s the tree Maybe it’s me Or maybe the world is too full of people Too tired to dream

