Who wrote it, Louis Tomlinson or William Shakespeare?

Would a day through different eyes Be enough to satisfy all the visions in my head?

Fall inside a painted sky you show me. Is it by mistake or by design?

There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so

So don't call me on the phone tonight. Just come on over, watch the satellite pass by

We know what we are, but not what we may be.

Roll the dice and put the gun to my head. 'Cause that's the only way that I could choose

Linoleum, PVC Magnolia

Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.

I can barely see you through the haze. But there's enough of you to keep me up for days.