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.