Confessions,
Late night confessions,
Under cover of the night,
I can openly state my intentions,
My obsessions,
There’s no preventing
The way that I feel.
Late night lessons,
Midnight sessions,
Have me guessing
Why I’m stressing,
Over your appeal.
So what’s the deal?
It’s just way too real.
I’m talking to stars,
All these thoughts
Strung up in the sky,
I wonder why
I’m talking to stars,
Getting lost in the moonlight,
Trying to get it right.
I’m talking to stars,
Sharing a part
Of my heart.
Where do I start?
Talking to stars
What I say
Doesn’t matter anyway
When I’m talking to stars.
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