They say before the Sun and Moon lived together as husband and wife and the stars as their children, existing under the same sky. One day the Sun reached for her children the stars and they were burnt. And so the Moon took away the stars from the Sun, ever since then the Sun always chases the Moon and the Moon always running away from the Sun.
You don’t want to be alone
And I can’t say it’s what you know
But you’ve known it the whole time
Paint me a picture of a beautiful imperfection.
I let this four walls served as my cage and now I’ve lost it’s key.
I don’t know where I’m going but and chances are it’s not going to be an easy ride, at least I know there’s more out there than where I am.