Don't tell me you deserve to be seen in a certain light.
You've never put yourself under that light until it occurred to you that you could.
It's been left on for so long, hoping you would see it one day, that the bulb has burned out.
I'm always running from your ghost that slips through my window at night and watches me have my last moments of peace before you disrupt the cycle again.
So go away, just let me be.
I need my moment, I need my space, I need a clock that's full of my own time.
