i always tell you that i really don't like the lies because they get me so scared, but ironically i'm always waiting for them.
it's like i want you to tell me that i am the only one, even if i know that i am not.
it's like i really wanna be the shiniest star in your dark sky, even if i know that there are too many more beautiful.
why always do i compare everything with the moon and the stars?
maybe is the deep wish of wanting to be kinda glowing that lives inside me.
unconsciously i'm always praying for ruins.
i'm always praying for suffering and for not deserving love.
maybe someday i can pray for feeling the afraid of being destroyed instead of barely caring for myself.
i don't know exactly why i wrote this in other language since i'm so bad at that.
but however, the last thing i knew was that falling in love with you and feeling this way, ridiculously sounds like a sweet and dangerous english accent.
