Up here,
up there we go.
We go away,
away from them and closer to us.
Just us falling up and down in the night.
But you don't see me as I see you,
but you don't think of me like I think of you.
I miss you.
I care.
All I want to do is kiss you.
But I feel as if I wasn't there.
I feel like I can still see your face even is all the lights are off.
I can still see you next to me while we fall and fall again.
And it all stops,
our ride is over.
This game always reminds me of you,
and the lights reminds me of me.
🎡
The lights over the Ferris wheel.
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