As the moonlight touches my skin
I can see your face in the stars
It’s the only form of communication
That I have with you for now
Hope you don’t feel like I gave up on you
Hope you don’t feel like I don’t care
Well this has to be killing you
Or maybe your, already dead
From the wounds you’ve acquired
In this war, please don’t ice your heart
Feel the air that brushes my skin
I can hear your voice in the wind
It’s the only form of communication
That I have with you for now
Hope you don’t feel like I gave up on you
Hope you don’t feel like I don’t care
Well this has to be killing you
Or maybe your, already dead
From the wounds you’ve acquired
In this war, please don’t ice your heart
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