What if all the oxygen just ran out?
Would we even know, or just sit there dying to breathe?
Not to cause paranoia.
But to ask a question.
I mean, we don't intend to hurt each other.
You call me your angel.
(I always wanted to watch the Sunrise with you)
But such beings have wings.
All I can do is try.
(But we could never find the Sun)
To fit in.
So now you pace empty corridors.
Your thoughts, a paper trail to the old days.
How much has changed?
Do you still ask "What if?"?
He grabs your hand.
You find the Sun.
(There's so much I wish I'd said)
(But nothing could prepare me)
(For this ending)
("What if?" wink
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