i can see the dark outside
but, trust me, it's darker in this room
every feeling hovering like a dark cloud
and i pray for sweet sleep soon
the stars outside sparkle with pure insanity
because the sane are always dimmer
i'll take a sharpie and draw stars
everywhere they don't belong-even on my skin
because they say i can't
and i'm a poor reincarnation of a rebel
but even so i'm tired of reaching for the best
and rising to "my own potential"
i want to be like the stars
where everyone notices their collective light
one just as beautiful as the next
all in the sky, ready to take flight
i want to be insane
and make my own mistakes
because even stars can get burnt out
and pave their own fate
if i'm going to go out
it will be like a star
twinkling one minute but not the next
and no one noticing at all
but people make wishes on stars
and what would ever wish for me
the sky makes everything overwhelming
and i'm on the brink of insanity
the stars are going insane
and i'm simply burning out
stars and hearts, all the same
and no one hears the shouts