Oh my story is not the oldest of it's kind.
I was too touched to see you clearly, far too young to realize I had loved so
dearly you, who's world I had designed, but the sweet smoke came with mirrors
and it brought tears to my wide eyes.
Dying just to see you...dying since I misconstrued your blue heart, black eyes,
feigning falling, words I won't forget.
I died right when I saw you while you shared that cigarette.
Oh I saw you every time I closed my eyes, in the Hughes film I had scored,
produced and starred in, in my mind.
I could recite you, well, I'd written every line... but you strayed far from my
flawless script on which I'd spent a lifetime!
Falling over dead. Dying since I had misread your blue heart, black eyes,
feigning falling, words I won't forget. I died right when I saw you while you
shared that cigarette.
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