The stars do have to rest before coming out to shine again
Am I wrong to try to rest
Stars are pretty alone though
There are thousands of them out there
But each of them are millions of miles apart
I guess I’m not a star then
No... The moon
There’s been some sort of extraterrestrial landing on my cratered surface
I can’t go anywhere to ignore it
Or I could possibly be like mars
Rovers and little robots
Searching me and looking for clues
Trying to understand what makes me work
I just want to get hit by an asteroid at this point.
Maybe the bright and happy sun while shine so big it’ll eat me up.
Maybe if I was a star I would die out
Stars aren’t actually living
So I guess me and stars are more alike than I thought
If I was the sun I’d have to apologize
I’m sorry for going behind the clouds
I’ll eventually have to come back out
But for now I’ll just let it rain
Space is what fills my heart
There are too many black holes
Destroying me from the inside out.
I'm sorry I can’t be perfect for everyone
Do I really need to be?