He awaits for his favorite
                s t a r
the one he whispers his wishes too
the one he cries out too
the one he tells his story too
He awaits for that
                s t a r
When day has passed he goes to sleep
and dreams about his  
                s t a r
the one he whispers his love
the one he cries about
the one he tells his story
of that fated star and him
making a journey to an aisle
and as the day ends once more
He awaits for that
                 s t a r
if she ever to decides to open her window
and awaits for him to be her
                 m o o n

As the fireworks beautifully bloom in the sky it was a bit lonely
It’s funny how the wind blows along with time

As I held your hand during that night you smiled at me
It’s funny how I never smiled back and just cried

As I pull you close into an embrace you started to fade
It’s funny isn’t it, you were leaving away

As I tried to put back the pieces of you
It’s funny I never did

As I remember this memory
It’s funny, I’m crying now isn’t it?

As long as I can still recall the note you left
It’s never funny that you gave up on the life you lived
And that carved in me so deep.
                                          .            .            .

Eye for Eye and tooth for tooth
I believe in her , she tells the truth
Though i'm not with her wherever she may be
I've done so much for her
And she's done so much for me
Even though were not together,i know we have something
She's my little angel and i'm her devil darling
Despite barely showing affection
Through her I've become a better person
I stay devoted , i wont let my efforts be wasted
I am her Disciple, i am The Boy Who Waited

Sometimes I just want to be the sun, be that someone who gives warmth and light to your dark and cold world. Then again, why should I be something that would give you so much and you could never directly look at, the same way I would look at you.