Here is the first line. Better be tight for me. Not scared of heights, no. It's the fear of falling from your knees. Please forgive me. I'm missing you. You're still so hard to read. But you're all that I need. No one else. No one else is quite like you. No one else. No one else is quite like you. Your eyes. I will wait. And I will prepare. I'll change my thoughts three times a month. And I'll grow out my hair. I'll perfect my song for you. Because no one else. No one else is quite like you. No one else. No one else. No one else is quite like you. If you want to. If you want to. www.mooji.org