I wish upon a planet, not a star. So when it doesn't come true I can blame
You, in the sky who sees my dream as
unclean Have they
seen that every blunder I take was made by
faith, in that loving you was produced, and my apologies were
Profuse, like my excuses that I was trying to give
proof that I was not tired of hiding and
abiding by restrictions of the heart, there is an
Art to Pursuing affections unreturned, but in
Losing, I'll just say I'm hurting, this feeling is
burden, of love that is not easily
taken So I'll just keep faking
To wish on a planet
