I count all the remaining pieces of my shattered mirror
But I couldn't.

I count the tears streaming down my skin
No I couldn't.

I count all the ugly scars on my body
Again, I couldn't.

I count the times I felt your love for me
Surprisingly, I could.

'Cause not even my left hand's fingers will all be included.
Or am I just good at math.

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Became sleepy after these. nighty x