You were my escape.
The place I went to when I couldn't take,
the wake of social injustices.
The fate of the sicking world.
In your eyes I was just a girl,
Who wandered too close to the sun.
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The Girl who Wandered too close to the Sun.
You were my escape.
The place I went to when I couldn't take,
the wake of social injustices.
The fate of the sicking world.
In your eyes I was just a girl,
Who wandered too close to the sun.
