When you think your grandma is now at heaven,
do you wish you were a star?
I mean, how come someone doesn't wish they were a star?

When you think your mother still misses your dead father,
do you wish you were a star?
Do you wish you would keep shining even if you exploded?

When you think of your girlfriend who is now married,
do you wish you were a star?
Do you wish you were now dead? Do you? Do you?

There's something about the way you talk
the way you turn and look at me
like I'm made of glass
Careful not to let me fall
break into a million pieces
but glass is strong
and so am I
but you don't always see it
because glass isn't as clear as we think

I look at your picture on paper
but I need to let you go, I need
it to fade away as i cant cope.

I see it reminding me of a pain
that is constant in my heart, your
picture is printed on the paper
of my mind & soul.

I need you to leave that place
to be in my and in my thoughts,
but I need to let you go. let the
picture fade that was printed
on the paper of my soul.

I will remember your face, but I
need to be free of this pain, as
you fade from the paper. The
pain is eased, your picture gone
that tormented my soul, but
not erased always on my mind.