i must have been a real bother.
a real pain in the--
ask me a question about who you were,
what your dreams and goals and accomplishments were made of.
i knew what you were made of.
you were 70% hydrogen, 28% helium, .1% carbon dioxide, .95768524% stellar, and the remaining .94231476% is something i haven't even discovered yet.
you shine so bright, people go blind, your radiation is so toxic, people die.
baby, you're a star.
and i'm a girl staring out her window,
wishing upon a star,
wishing upon you, and my demands are so heavy you begin to fall.
like a firefly, caught in a jar.
i want you to sing for me, dance for me, shine bright for me.
fight harder.
cry harder.
try harder.
try!
try for me!
please?
....
i must have been so terrible.
just thinking about it now.
i've realized how horrible is must of been.
i hear it in your voice now.
i see it in the way you walk.
don't fight anymore.
don't cry anymore.
don't try anymore.
you don't have to try anymore.
she'll try for you.
she'll cry for you.
and i'm glad for you.
forget me, will you?
don't think of me.
don't remember us,
and what we used to be.
don't try anymore.
because you don't have to.
remember to shine bright.
like you usually do.