I look up to the stars every night,
Asking for help in what is right.
What if I should tell them all?
The reason why I’m afraid to call.
My life is so topsy turvey,
And now I think I may have scurvy.
I have no one to trust,
I have no one to lust.
But now is when I want everything that’s mine,
I want it to fall exactly like stars into line.
Are we really secret lovers?
Maybe hoping that no one discovers.
The days and nights we spend together,
I want to last forever.
Looking into your eyes is looking at the stars bright,
Searching deep for what we know is right.
We were meant to be,
Yet it is only my stars that can see.
Why do you deny yourself what I can give?
It’s not about a right but a will to live.
Each star whispers sweet nothings,
But as I search for answers I only find myself in cuffings.
I can’t look to the stars any more,
They just don’t have what I am looking for.
If a shooting star falls to the ground,
This is where our love will be found.