Oh my my…
Look… there’s the vanilla sky…
In the half remembered dreams
Of chances and deliberations
I have gotten chunks of that but Why?

Oh my my…
Look… there’s the last firefly…
In my moments in oblivion
I have ridden upon it once
And that’s not a lie.

Oh my my…
Look… there’s our most beloved moon
In the times of total blackouts
I’ve seen it, been there, done that
As if I were born with a silver spoon

Oh my my…
Can you see… It’s me!
Hovering around my nostalgia
Tired of counting sheep
Of countless resentments I wish I could break free

Oh my my…
Look… it’s you…
Telling me not to back down
Stand firm and fight hard and you’ll live
But cares Who?

Oh my my…
I am flying…
I am dying…
When you pontificate
What I did was a coward’s act
But suicide takes tremendous courage
And that’s a fact.

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