The stars in the sky
I remember the day you are still mine
Get out of my mind
You are just telling me a lie.
You may not be perfect
But with you I can reflect
All the things that are right and wrong
And all the things where I should surely belong.
You were my guardian angel
But now, I thought of you as an evil
You are playing the heart of the women
To tell you honestly, it is not an act of true man.
Still hoping the day will come
When I'm broken and tell these words to me to calm---
"Mosaics are made from broken pieces too,
But they're still a work of art and so are you."
