Holding
Now.
What am I saying?
Don't tell me your tears don't come out
when you feel good,
well loved
Don't tell me you don't like my music anymore,
well you've always been the most fanatic
Don't tell me there are no beautiful mornings,
no kisses at sunset,
no white runes
Don't tell me
you've become so aesthetic,
you're not the same as I used to love
What happens is that you're fragile and romantic,
and you feel panic of love
Don't tell me you've become so aesthetic,
you're not the same as I used to love
And you feel panic of love
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