Nothing is perfect
Nothing is ever completely as it
should be
So when my world turns on me
I call, reach out to you
You make my everything right
My dimmed eyes are lit
And become stars again
For when my sky turns dark
You are my moon
So when I call, when I
reach out to you
Please respond, grab my hand
Nothing is ever completely as it
should be
So when my world turns on me
I call, reach out to you
You make my everything right
My dimmed eyes are lit
And become stars again
For when my sky turns dark
You are my moon
So when I call, when I
reach out to you
Please respond, grab my hand




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