Another wasted day, such a mess with my life
Can't stand them, staring at me scornfully
It has to stop, it has to change
Not so far away
What a pleasant vision
He is appearing in a streak of light
I drew with blue ink
A star on her shoulder
At last, my deliverance
Come to make me breath again
Catch me, hold me, never let me drown!
Tender finger tips trace on my shoulder
I belong to him
A winding star is blooming
I drew with blue ink
A star on her shoulder
Never felt this way before
Feel safe, feel free
I touch my shoulder with pride
I touch my shoulder with pride
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