Sometimes I stare at the stars
Just a light to my world that remains ajar
And I sit outside staring from afar
I have dreams of writing, talking, and spreading love
These choices have been given from someone above
Addiction and sadness have caused such a mess
And yet through it all, I feel blessed
I have so much and give so little
The lives that I've broken were very brittle
But facts of my past I'd rather not piddle
I'm stuck in the middle
The stars
Oh the stars
They make you forget everything.
Whether they are big and bright like texas.
Or they resemble the lights on that brand new Lexus.
Comfort is all they bring
You can't be sad looking at stars
They're like a door to happiness left ajar
Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 6:37 AM UTC
Sometimes I stare at the stars
Just a light to my world that remains ajar
And I sit outside staring from afar
I have dreams of writing, talking, and spreading love
These choices have been given from someone above
Addiction and sadness have caused such a mess
And yet through it all, I feel blessed
I have so much and give so little
The lives that I've broken were very brittle
But facts of my past I'd rather not piddle
I'm stuck in the middle
The stars
Oh the stars
They make you forget everything.
Whether they are big and bright like texas.
Or they resemble the lights on that brand new Lexus.
Comfort is all they bring
You can't be sad looking at stars
They're like a door to happiness left ajar
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