What made me so unlovable to the stars?
Was it the broken scars
That surrounded my broken heart?

Or the melody that ripped
From my chords
When I spoke?

Or was it the moons
Who gleamed and shined?
Did they distract you,
From my beauty beneath?

But let’s not blame others,
For the destruction we’ve caused,
And seek for ourselves  
what tore us apart.

The duller I get,
The brighter you shine.
So what made me so unlovable,
To you,
My golden star.