I want to be touched by you again,
I want to feel your fingers against my skin.
I want to feel loved again, just once.

I want to tell you all the things I'm scared to say,
I want to tell you I love you.
But this would be a lie,
We weren't in love,
You saw me as an object, nothing more.

We don't talk anymore,
It's probably better this way,
But as I sit here wondering..
Should I have let you get so close?
Should I have let myself listen to the words you whispered?

It's in the past, that's what you all say,
But this pit of guilt inside my stomach has not left,
It follows me like a cloud...

I have never had anything hurt as much,
I let myself believe and turn away.
I thought I was the only?


Yes it was a hookup,
But really I helped you cheat.
Now I sit here broken,
Knowing that your girlfriend will be even more broken.


I had feelings for you,
Always have.
And now I don't know what to do,
You were the one I wanted to marry.


why don't things happen like fairy tales?
Because darling in the end we are all forgotten.
No one lives forever...

You could say I don't believe,
You tell me that what I believe is wrong and untrue.
I believe that we are stars,
The iron in our blood once made up a star,
The atoms that had built us come from the sky.
We are all forgotten, I find comfort in this,
The world is so big and we are merely nothingness.
When we die, we return to being stars and everything you know is forgotten.
If we are stars, we shine the brightest when alone and dark,
We do not wish to be happy and cheerful,
We wish to be forgotten
We are forgotten, we are stars at night

The light from your eyes it's gone?
How?
Who gave anyone the right to take that light away?
No one did but then again no one took the light, you let it dull by yourself.
People will stare, your family will be ashamed of you.
Friends will become enemies,
But in the end the only thing they see wrong are,
Your eyes

Locked into a place where I can't escape,
The bitter unknown that hides behind doors,
But these doors have been opened,
And the unknown monsters have been revealed,
And they don't scare. They should…
I was scared because the unknown is unpredictable,
And the unpredictable is the truth,
And I always thought I knew the truth,
The truth didn't shock me either,
It was the bitterness of the truth,
That made me realise everything I believed in,
Were in fact true, all the things I hated about myself,
They are all true.

We are told what to say,
Not what we want.
We feel the feelings people tell us too,
Not the ones that we made ourselves.