Turn your face up to the stars, my dear
Picture yourself falling up, far from here
Drifting higher
A ball of fire
A shooting star
A firefly from inside a jar
You're a weightless wanderer
A philosophical ponderer
Let yourself fly free
Don't think, just be.

"Tell it to your pillow honey, no one cares for your sob story."
So I do.
But my words come out mangeled,
Twisted up and tangeled.
I want you to understand,
To show you what I've done,
To know what I 've overcome,
The most trivial things,
And my greatest feats.
But you've gone and met your end,
You'll never hear again.
Now this pillow is my only friend.

You have his eyes, his temper too.
I don't think you realize he's here, in you.
You promised that you wouldn't be him,
But you know what they say; you can't always win.

You said that he was the one sole reason,
That your childhood was lost, was broken.

I can't believe it was all that bad,
He was after all your idol, your dad

But when you find yourself lost in rage,
You bring more than you into this war you wage.

It's like you become a whole other person,
And now it's me, the one that's hurting.
I promise myself I won't be like you,
But you know what they say; not everything's true.

Tear stained eyes
Watch as their dream dies
A wasted life passes
Fallen eyelashes
Soft as butterfly kisses
Collect them all and make your wishes.