if I were the rain I could
touch your face
and blend in with
the tears you've cried,
I could gently wash away
your pain and comfort you
on winter nights.
if I were the sun I could
keep you warm
and make sure every day
was bright.
I would wrap you up
in sunny rays and capture
you and hold you tight.
if I were the wind, I could
play with your hair,
blow you away, take you
everywhere.
but I'm just a girl with
a broken heart, and it
beats for you, and
you'll never care.
if I were the moon, I could
light the sky, and watch
over you from up above --
but I'm just a girl,
I can't offer much.
I don't have the world --
but I'll give you love.

Each and everyone of us are stars
how you might ask
well the less bright ones are like a shy kid in the back of class
watching the clock counting down the seconds as they pass
waiting to go home because he's not afraid to shine when he's alone
he just wants to be bright but because of packed on mileage he screws up every opportunity out of fright
he's always overlooked.. so that little dark stars least favirote time is night

Now the bright ones they're like the popular kid always the center of attention
weither it's due to looks, charm, luck, or because he's the class clown who just got detention
on the outside everything always seems to be fine
but maybe just maybe he'd like time he could just call mine
maybe he'd like to run away to a place incredibly hard to find
finally giving that dark star a chance to shine

Next time you're out star gazing
look at the not so bright stars to and try to find something amazing
then stop and think what kind of star are you?

What will it take to trend?
In what way do I need to pretend?
To actually be popular again?
I write more and more
Are my words just a bore?
What will it take to get my foot in the door?
So go tell me your price
Humors me give me advice
When will my words suffice?
Is it wrong to want fame?
Am I the one to blame,
For conforming to societies game?

This town is hateful and cold
Its smothered my dreams since I was 6 years old
These people have nothing to do
But sit around and crush you

They shoot crude stares
How can I not be aware
they laugh at all I hold dear
Alas only three more years

Until I'm gone
Able to fly to my own song
able to awake to open arms
Free of all alarms

three more years
Till then I must remain here
In this secluded town
I will never let you bring me down