It was shadowy and scary,
In this road that I've been weary.
I thought loving you will make me lovely,
But so far everything's been poorly.
You are infatuated with a flower,
While I'm here counting stars,
Just to know even if I'd have a chance--
Even if I'd be covered with scars.
This year is about to end,
Perhaps that dance you promise,
Could happen and not stay as a broken promise,
But a remarkable memory.
I want to feel your hands on mine,
And the focus is just me and you,
While sweeping through the nightfall.
