Didn’t I meet you under the bridge?
Opened myself, let me in your hands,
Now, how can you say I don’t know how to try
Made a wish on a sparkling star
Flew away, or fell so far,
Watch the trail go down your cheek,
Why can’t I make you fly?
I let the dust collect on this shelf,
On the film of my eyes,
I let my heart sit up there,
It’s my fault I drift and slide.
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