Wiped

Name me your lost constellation with my scattered stars
You wouldn’t need to set a destination route, it’s bled from my scars
My story wasn’t written by an astronomer but mermaids
Hard to believe isn’t it? Have you heard the sirens’ serenades?
It starts slow but honesty seem to fade when guilt line is gone
I sleep at ease at night but I’m not pure white like a swan

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