I turn around so you won’t see my tears,
The hand you’re holding is losing balance,
Broken before due to tainted past,
And might crush again if it doesn’t spell faith.
They said I’ve changed,
But I don’t believe it,
I laugh like I’ve never did,
Even before I was hurt so badly,
Will you continue to stay?
White is when you’re at the door,
Amber stitches my heart
reversing the free-falling of noir-like
shooting stars across the intergalactic.