it's 11:11 an I wish upon a star as hot as you,

that's a bit shallow,

but your eyes are deeper, 

there is a meaning within you that I must find, 

but I am blind, 

for I can't get past the ocean in your eyes,

I'm drowning in your beauty,

girl those leggings are killing me softly,

I guess that's the true definition of murder to excellence.