It’s the darkest time, a pitch black night,
Golden stars shining pure and bright.
But straight above the tin shed,
sits a star, still and dead.
A star that died and rot away,
Sits there vilely, beginning to decay.
The star is me, though not physically gone,
On the inside, I’m dead. Never to be born.
The day you vanished and left me broken heart,
Was the day I died, the day I departed.
Now I’m a dead girl, I walk mindlessly,
Knowing my only hope is for you to return to me.
I’m deprived of life, held up by invisible rope,
Living without living, feeling forever dying hope.
I cared, that got me real far,
I just loved you now I’m a black star.
