The Sunset is beautiful, it reflects my hue.
The sunset is beautiful, I am too.
The sunset is beautiful, but I’d rather look away.
I’ll do to it what you do to me everyday.
I could wrap myself up and tear me to shreds…
instead, i’ll savour what’s left and shelve my fears.
my imperfections are glass and their shards cut deep
but i’m golden like the sun
even when I shed purple tears…