I’m over my head in love with the story I told her to keep. I wouldn’t want it back now listen. She didn’t even stay for the ending. She never really cared for the end. We try to face the fallen. We fly like stars alone. But the best chance that I can see is the last chance she gave to me. This change is unkind it’s the same as mine. Eyes turn fire and now she’s fine. I know that the sun likes to set with her inside the day. She rises late and slowly to make her mind up she says that no one knows and anything goes.