When the moon has risen and the sun is at rest,
I sit wondering what will become of me.
You have such an air of possibility around you.
An aura of 'what if's and 'maybe's.
I want you to take me with you,
Wherever you go.
But deep down I know I'm a wrecking ball waiting to swing,
And I can't justify destroying something so beautiful for my own selfish gain.
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