Withered Stars & Mirrored Walls
So what if I were to burn out like a star thats lost its glory,
Or maybe I had none to begin with,
Perhaps I wasn't a star at all,
Then again stars seem to be a dime a dozen now a days anyway.
What if I was a crisp, clean straight-off-the-mill hundred dollar bill,
Would you have held onto me then?
Or did you think I was better off as a star,
That way you could wish on me at night,
And forget about me as soon as your loving sun came out.
I don't think I was a star,
Not yours anyway,
I don't glow nearly bright enough,
Else I would have seen your colors in the beginning.
Might it have been that your colors were under wraps,
Like mine always seem to be,
Wrapped under layers and layers of "what if"s, and "maybe this time"s, and "it has to work out eventually"s.
Its funny how I hold up our pieces and see if they fit together,
However they're all far too alike to work out that way,
Its funny that your life is like a mirror to me,
Reflecting all the mistakes I have made,
Over and over and over again.
And I hate myself for it,
Because seeing you make the same mistakes makes me want to hold you in my arms and tell you everything will be okay,
Yet I know myself, and in that way I know you, well enough to know that that would probably turn out for the worst.
Still, I can't help but wish that we could be stars together,
Burning bright and wishing for a better tomorrow,
Together.
sadly that's impossible,
since I'm too scared to say these words to you,
Or even tell them they're for you.
I can't tell you that I would be here for you no matter what,
Through thick and thin,
If you would just let me know that I was wanted.
It's no good though,
Because wouldn't it sound horrible if I said that I didn't even realize I was never completely happy, until I you gave me that feeling by just being around you.
No, its pointless,
Considering that if I'm right and you are like me,
you'll either not even realize these words are for you,
or you'll wish I hadn't written them at all,
or worst, you won't even give a damn.
What if I am a star,
and have been burned out for millions of years,
but failed to noticed until you came along.
Or maybe I had none to begin with,
Perhaps I wasn't a star at all,
Then again stars seem to be a dime a dozen now a days anyway.
What if I was a crisp, clean straight-off-the-mill hundred dollar bill,
Would you have held onto me then?
Or did you think I was better off as a star,
That way you could wish on me at night,
And forget about me as soon as your loving sun came out.
I don't think I was a star,
Not yours anyway,
I don't glow nearly bright enough,
Else I would have seen your colors in the beginning.
Might it have been that your colors were under wraps,
Like mine always seem to be,
Wrapped under layers and layers of "what if"s, and "maybe this time"s, and "it has to work out eventually"s.
Its funny how I hold up our pieces and see if they fit together,
However they're all far too alike to work out that way,
Its funny that your life is like a mirror to me,
Reflecting all the mistakes I have made,
Over and over and over again.
And I hate myself for it,
Because seeing you make the same mistakes makes me want to hold you in my arms and tell you everything will be okay,
Yet I know myself, and in that way I know you, well enough to know that that would probably turn out for the worst.
Still, I can't help but wish that we could be stars together,
Burning bright and wishing for a better tomorrow,
Together.
sadly that's impossible,
since I'm too scared to say these words to you,
Or even tell them they're for you.
I can't tell you that I would be here for you no matter what,
Through thick and thin,
If you would just let me know that I was wanted.
It's no good though,
Because wouldn't it sound horrible if I said that I didn't even realize I was never completely happy, until I you gave me that feeling by just being around you.
No, its pointless,
Considering that if I'm right and you are like me,
you'll either not even realize these words are for you,
or you'll wish I hadn't written them at all,
or worst, you won't even give a damn.
What if I am a star,
and have been burned out for millions of years,
but failed to noticed until you came along.
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