marked the beginning of something new
And the end only
made me realise I was a figment
And in the end
you had your head shaved
you just said
"I had to get the Romeo out of me."
Only
At that time
I clung to the star
I'd hung around my neck
And wished it was as easy as
shaving your head.
My lips had turned into my eyes
it sounded to me as if I were water.
The past
drifted along like a bag without its contents
blowing in the wind.
And in the end
I only really told you anything
Through the window
so you couldn't hear
It's easy to scrape
finger marks down the arms of your chair,
but it's harder to admit
you miss being everyone's idol...
Even if you weren't.
And in the end
who was I?
And the end only
showed me I didn't know myself.
And most of all, most of all.
The sun went to sleep
And when I woke,
I was not the star I'd planned
And in the end
I was the moon,
reflecting someone else's light.
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