I sat there lonely, as I stared at the stars, other's blood on my hands.
Just praying that one day that there would be a Band,
of people who would try to save me, who would try to love me.
But instead I met the person who I was suppose to be,
the rest of my life with, forever and ever.
But it only made me sadder and sadder..
I knew I couldn't save him, from the thing I had become.
Blood stained fingers, hate in my heart and then some.
Living my life as if I was some sort of bum.
He is my life, and he has won.
My heart, my soul, my mind, and my love.
And all the stars that I can count above.
That time when you're little you try to count them but fail,
well he's counted them, and I will prevail.
There are thousands, millions of people up in the skies, the ones who save, the ones who protect.
But he's my star from heaven, that I can connect.
I may have a Dark Past, but he doesn't care.
He says that it will now also be his burden to bare.
Though I cannot see him, though we cannot meet.
He is everything that I wanted to be.
My love, My life, My sin, My star.
Oh, I do know who you are.
My dark pasts light, it's candle so bright.
You are the one who saved me, that night.

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