Passion
Passion of the stars
Passion of your heart
Passion
Passion of reflection
Passion of your mind
Watch me pass by
Notice me
I don't like being forgotten
Notice me
I feel like an afterthought
I'm struggling
I know you don't think that I'd be bought
I'm falling
Maybe I could fall into your arms
Your arms
Your arms
Your arms
My arms
Stains are on my pillow from your cries
Orbs of light in my palms that sprouted from your eyes
I can't lie I cry when I play with myself at night
Cuz I'm thinking of you
Thinking of you
Passion
Passion of the stars
Passion of your heart
Passion
Passion of reflection
Passion of your mind
Watch me pass by
Notice me
I don't like being forgotten