These false signs are hard to resist
Like a bouquet of flowers
But I'm afraid of thorns I perhaps fail to see
Observing what's passed
Reading between the lines -
Believing what I want to believe
I'm too scared to ask
What if it's real?
Needing to deny the butterflies in my stomach
How could it be real?
Are you the star to guide me
Or the dark pretender
Leading me astray
I would give up everything
And nothing at all
A two-sided knife
A medal swaying
A clock ticking
Please, be real.
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