If I wish upon this shooting star
Would it heal my scars?
Too much pain for me to bear
Living life a constant despair.
No one else could comprehend
The happiness I always pretend.
Nowhere to go, nowhere to run
All my feeling come undone.
Sep 2, 2022
Sep 2, 2022 at 12:33 AM UTC
If I wish upon this shooting star
Would it heal my scars?
Too much pain for me to bear
Living life a constant despair.
No one else could comprehend
The happiness I always pretend.
Nowhere to go, nowhere to run
All my feeling come undone.