The Star

My head in the clouds, I can’t conceal, conceit.
I try to justify your looked, bewitched eye.
Am I shining brightly on falsified sky?
Chous:
And I try so hard to be like you.
And I’m just a star, and I’ll fade away too…
Like you.
You’ll see me as I am but I’m empty inside.
We’ll suck each other in the blackhole that
is life.
I can be a fallen star, not fallen from grace.
One plane, one world, one sky, so me don’t alientate.
Blind, you will see.
Star, that is me.