Who are you to come to me,
To tell me that it's me you see,
Just laying down there in the street,
Upon the cold hard floor of defeat?
The freedom you see in me, is a memory of a forgotten dream,
Of all the things, you never did.
You tried to become just like me,
But we both know that can never be.
So wish away your every dream
And no longer wish you could be just like me.
The star that you used to wish upon;
The fallen star who used to sing your favorite song.
The one who got what was on your mind;
The one who keeps writing the words, you simply can't find.
Those words that get stuck, upon your silver tongue;
The one who clearly, is good enough.
