𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠, 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑣𝑒,
𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑝𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙.
𝑀𝑦 𝑣𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒,
𝐴 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙.

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑡𝘩,
𝐴 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑎𝑠𝑡.
𝐼 𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑐𝘩𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑓 𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑡𝘩,
𝐴 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑡 𝑚𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡.

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑑,
𝑊𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐𝘩, 𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛.
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝐼 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑,
𝑀𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒, 𝑎 𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑏𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛.

𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑒—
𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑚𝑒.