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