The Night Sky
My trust is dying
Late at night crying
Staring up at the night sky
Wishing I could just die
Looking at all the stars
Hearing all the late night cars
He tells her she's beautiful
She rejects as usual
Staring at the night sky
She sees a guy
Tall and handsome
She doesn't throw a tantrum
She fell in love
Wondering what to think of
He's completed me
Don't leave me please
Staring at the night sky
With my soon to be true love
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