Lady Made of Sand

I get stuck in the universe where I see Just butterflies. How was if you had the human first one In the wo-o-orld? Had back. I turn back onto myself because I hate the Way it goes. I take the less in the corner of the Party where I don't belong. And I say. She's a lady made of glass, she could change Like six more years. But soon enough, the sun goes up, And she is gonna melt back too. So why can't we rise Like like shivers shivers Down down my my spine. Spine? I just I just-want to have our Last sunrise before we say goodbye. Hello.