I see the stars, stay up, above the buildings,
you seem to stay, above, my shoulders,
i feel the breeze, blow through, my window,
and it seems to take, me far, away,
i feel the attraction, when with you, it's magnetic,
it seems to lately, be closing, in,
do you feel like leaving?
or do you feel at all, like me?
i see everyone, progressing, as i back track,
they seem to have, an upper, hand,
while i rot, away, in my white walled room,
i can't be anything, but who, i am,
i wish you would, just stay, with me,
before was just, the prologue, right?
i see the sun, go up, as your picture,
i seem to melt, when you're, with me.