When I was younger, I used to think I was going to be a Star.
Under a spotlight where everyone knew my name...
I was five.

Now, I want shadows and to be as far away as possible.
Hidden and far from consequence,
And even further from myself.
Where my name is not a name,
But just another word without any true meaning.

When I was younger, I used to think I was going to be a Star.
Now, I want to disappear.

I should have jumped overboard when I had the chance.

If I don't make you happy, I want you to go.
If you don't get the greatest sense of relief when my name appears on your screen, then I want you to go.
If arguing with me and thinking about the chance of losing me doesn't take your breath away then I want you to go.
If there is even the slightest doubt that I am the one for you
(even if only in this moment of your life), then I want you to go.
If you wake up and see that I tried to call you because you ignored
me the night before and you don't feel like a stupid idiot, I want you to go.
If I take too much of your time and you don't think you're doing the things you want to do, I want you to go.
If the idea of ​​my skin touching someone else and my voice whispering someone else's name doesn't make you bite your teeth and fill you with anger, I want you to go.
If you've said sorry so many times that even your subconscious mind already realizes it, I want you to go.
If the only time you say you love me is when I'm either not wearing clothes or telling you I never want to see you again, then I want you to go.
If you can look me in the eye and tell me you didn't kiss her, I want you to go.
If you are able to keep me up all night waiting for you while you go somewhere else to do something that you know will make me feel bad, then I want you to go as soon as possible.
-and if you don't love me enough to go, I totally understand that.

I do have a heart, it's here.
It's just broken, ripped, stood on and left in the rain.
And I feel it beating,
it just doesn't work anymore like it used to.

He carries planets on his shoulders and
is silent about the cracking of his bones.
It's the emptiness that's the heaviest.

After a storm comes a rainbow they say
But the storm ripped the roof off my house
The storm drowned my entire family
The storm left me with nothing
And so now
The rainbow dosent mean that much