It was when you said goodbye that I felt my stars fall,
Because I noticed that it was you who placed them there,
and with no one to hold them in place whats to stop them,
from shattering at my feet into glittering golden glass.
And who's to sweep them away, out of the concrete?
So that when I collapse to my knees on this pretty mess,
I won't need to remove the band-aids from my broken heart
to stop the bleeding of my scrapped knees.
Cause I'm becoming a mess without your words,
without your hands and without you.
I know you asked me not to cry, but now your back is turned,
and I am lying alone here on this cold street.
So my rain will fall and make the road dangerous
for my wheels to take these twisted roads
while blurry vision is uncontrolled but the windshield stays dry.
