[Good night]
What does it mean to be good? What does it mean to be nice? What does it mean to enter adulthood? What in this world would suffice? Is it to look “good” That it hurts? Is it to be “nice” That it’s heard? Is it to act like an “adult”? Should it feel like a cult? Speeding, losing control and pace Losing my sense of place Consternation weakens me Confirmation settles me Patience builds me But Love cures me I will always find a way To your embrace The protection of your highway For in this world given its time and space Moments fly Fly right by Right by us making us vulnerable Complacently incontrolable [Gasp and Breathe Out] Then I wake up From a nightmare at glance with no end And then I turned and saw my light Shining ever so bright [Feel at peace] I grabbed your hand with a smile Falling into your chest And all what mattered all the while Is that you were always right next to me [Sweet Dreams]
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