Troye's pov.
You're like the sun, you're only visible using the day, you bring colour, brightness and you're a vitamin. You're addictive. I'm addicted. I've dreamt about you every night this month, you're all i think about.
You're like the moon, part of you is always hidden. You make people go crazy, you look so lonely. Oh sweetie, you're not ugly; society is.
You're like a drug. I'm hooked on you. I can't give you up. I've tried. I've tried, trust me. I'm trying. You're addictive. I can't replace you.
You're like book. A good book. You're beautiful. Yet no one understands you.They try to, you look for you, they read you. But they can't understand you.
You're like society. Society is the death of beauty. Society is the death of pureness. Society is the death of happiness. Society is the death of me.
You're the death of me.
You're too much,
I'm too weak.
You're too strong.
You're too beautiful.
