You wrote a poem about the sun,
let me glance at it for one second,
and covered my eyes,
to protect yourself.
Miles & miles to get to you.
Why is it always like a song?
But I don't want to listen, just play.
I am who I never wanted to be.
All systems engaged,
I want out of this crazy-craft.
Drop me off where I didn't know any better
and leave me there.
Then cover your eyes and protect me.
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