Love comes seasons change, love goes we rearrange
So let love leave me and the confession remain in the past
Because I’ve moved past your waiting room and moved to a realm of self-love
Having a beautiful life is essential
But I long and hope for a beautiful death in my own arms of solitude and comfort
Because I inspire me and I support myself, and I am a shining star.
So the sky isn’t my limit but my stepping stone into my universe
