Why are you crying
   Early in the morning
      I can hear it echoes through me
   Will you tell me why?
        Why, Do I hear pain?
            Why, Do I hear fear?
    Why...
I hear your tears?
   Dripping down the floors...

Your Voice, filled Hoarseness.
Stop— you know that I can also feel your ghost.

Let 'em look for a brighter one
As you prepare yourself to be one
that will light the way
to someones darkess day anyway
You won't notice until
they told you about
why you're the brightest star they've seen