κ ί ν η σ η

Head full of happy endings, 
Some dreams just aren't what they are meant to be,
We fly like autumn stars, colliding tigers.

Nothing that ever burnt this bright, would burn again
Lets dream a dream, and never leave the atmosphere.

Nothing that ever burnt this bright would burn again,
And here they are, the tears in flames, a new goal.

I've come around to this new idea, that the world isn't so simple,
Well, I know I am the beast I became, because you set the example.
Motion made me a dream, an echo of the nightmare that you were,
I'm just a broken rainbow, streams of colour burnt,

... and would never burn again. 

The End

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