You’re like fireworks in the dead of night.
You shine bright and the light shone through your face.
And I saw you in colors I’ve never seen before in my life.
You’re my shooting star.
And you can’t say you love her and not me because I see you when you look at me.
But the green light was never really meant for Gatsby although you know all your signals turn green on me….
And I’m confessing that I love you…..
All over again
Until I’m back to square one.
Baby you’re a firework;
Come rescue me darling….
Return to me.
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