i can see the dark outside but, trust me, it's darker in this room every feeling hovering like a dark cloud and i pray for sweet sleep soon the stars outside sparkle with pure insanity because the sane are always dimmer i'll take a sharpie and draw stars everywhere they don't belong-even on my skin because they say i can't and i'm a poor reincarnation of a rebel but even so i'm tired of reaching for the best and rising to "my own potential" i want to be like the stars where everyone notices their collective light one just as beautiful as the next all in the sky, ready to take flight i want to be insane and make my own mistakes because even stars can get burnt out and pave their own fate if i'm going to go out it will be like a star twinkling one minute but not the next and no one noticing at all but people make wishes on stars and what would ever wish for me the sky makes everything overwhelming and i'm on the brink of insanity the stars are going insane and i'm simply burning out stars and hearts, all the same and no one hears the shouts