I feel trapped within the circus of time,
I fist my palm,
Even though I know it’ll never be mine,
Is like kissing butterflies goodbye,
As they fly through the sky,
Tears in my eyes,
Even though I never want to see you cry.
‘yeah, she thinks she caught the wind,’
Like how did I surpass that opportunity?
I mean the one where you and I were alone,
Heavens angels begging for us to be together,
Because that is how we should be:
I mean the same one,
I pushed you away,
Even though you shouldn’t have been,
Because to me you were like small nectarines,
Bruising only to my touch,
I thought it would be best if I didn’t give you much,
Little did I know,
It would have saved your life,
Cause now you walk around the streets almost as if you’re dead,
And to me you were once the most beautiful thing instead.
See now when the wind blows again,
I hold my hand back and let it slide through,
Cause once upon a time that wind used to be the same breath you threw.
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