This love suicide.
Your heart beats slower at my touch.
I wonder how often you think of me.
I wonder if you lay awake at night,
counting stars and street lights.
I'm growing wildfire in your eyes.
I'm collecting ashes from your burning touch.
Your heart beats slower at my touch.
I wonder how often you think of me.
I wonder if you lay awake at night,
counting stars and street lights.
I'm growing wildfire in your eyes.
I'm collecting ashes from your burning touch.
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