“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”

Just turn around; turn away from me… before i lose my head. just turn around but remember me, and how you left me dead inside….
we were gonna be different; now where did those dreamers go?
i was the one who’d paint the stars and watched you while you slept. you were the one who held my heart and smiled as it leapt inside.. ...

Shadow is always the same color. I would’ve take a few steps further for you—destination no less provocation.