Seeing All These Numbers I Fear
That I’m Gonna Lose Them All
My Perfect Shootings Make Me Feel
I’m Not Afraid Anymore
Thinking Of You But It’s All Blurred
Glasses And Lenses Are Broken
Now Taking Me To Future World
So Hard To Believe My Sweetheart
My Prayers And Thoughts
Are Dedicated Just For You
The Tensions Arising In
The Middle Of My Heart Confuses Me
Trying To Shoot That Bird From
The Far Distant Space Of Stars
Making All Those Sympathies
Go Right Around Me Myself
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