The Ultimate coordinator's song- dedicated to the person whom he couldn't have…

My Lovely Sun

Perfection is a sin

And I seek the broken light

Out of the shadows of wicked desires I intend to pull my sleeves and hide

Beneath your skin I'll hide.

You are the sweetest thing since Norma Jeane

Who wore that dress you're wearing

I couldn't see her face

Her false smile etched with sullen grace.

Beneath the sheets I crawled inside you

You pulled my hair and I cried

I tucked my hands beneath this disguise

And watch myself bleed in your eyes.

Oh I couldn't understand

Why should I rise above the ashes?

When everything must fall down

You slipped out of my hands.

There you are, here I am

Twisted shadows, fading strands

Come back to me where it all began

The sweetest irony I can't comprehend.