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On the roof
Sitting atop the roof, looking up at the stars
Talking to my love on the phone, he made everything feel a little healthier.
Driving through the cold, lonely woods, the thought of him made me feel so warm.
He was my star,
Shining through, and passed the darkness that was in my life.
Passed the lies my mother told me, passed the actions that I took out on the stranger.
I sat on the rooftop, and even though there might have been danger of me falling of,
I don’t think I ever felt so safe, as I did on the rooftop that day.
