Dorian

The purest beautiful and even bolder
Every bit of you, even your shoulder
You never did get one day older
Realizing that makes me colder inside
As the years drew, we grew apart
A young you in my heart
Listening to you now, it’s such art
But it feels like only partly true
On the street
Save yourself
Who are you running from
Past the bridge
Out of the light
Who are you running from
The purest of beautiful is not innocent
There has to be depth, something malevolent
Trying to escape the thing that’s imminent
Appearance is not evidently so
On the street
Who are you running from
Save yourself
Who are you running from
Past the bridge
Who are you running from
Out of the light
Who are you running from