stars are born when old wishes die ignited in the sky by unbelieving eyes up above the world so high down below we weep and cry faith turned hollow and bone-dry closed up lips only deny a prayer a plea before i die wont these old wishes wish me goodbye
Awkward It is To be me, To be human Connected in every way Yet lonely as hell Like a **** In a garden Of roses Or a field of daffodils Only the one I feel Feels this way So bogus Cause Supposedly We're all the same