Your words are straightforward, twisting me like a pretzel.
You say you love me, and I'm thinking of suicide.
Brightness is supposed to be in people's lives.
Or so they say.
I'm looking for the one who will paint my mind black
And let me sleep in their arms.
Let me fall
Deeper into the sky.
And I'll crash into the moon.
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