Look up in the sky,
What do you see tonight?
Do you see a tear-stained reflection,
Or a possible, new direction?
Do you think of running,
Wanting to find a place,
Where people don't hate?
Where people don't lie?
Where people, yes people
Actually care.
Not the pretend group,
But a family of those who know.
The ones who know what it's like
To feel safer by hiding,
To have been deserted, crying.
To fake a smile, lying.
To hide who you are, dying.
To the ones who know what it's like,
Do you hear me tonight?
As I sit on my bed,
Empty.
Do you hear?
The silence, it's creeping near.
I hear the whispers,
People encouraging me,
Urging me to seek the light.
One side of me,
Look for the light in your life,
Forget the past.
Grow, be strong.
Fight, prove them wrong.
The other, overpowering now,
Look for the light in death.
Life is a beautiful lie,
Death is the painful truth.
Only the weak run from the inevitable.
The question I hear now is,
Which to do?
Finally find the peace I crave,
Or be used by everyone,
And chance to live it?
In the beginning of our world,
They speculate stars had exploded.
That those atoms spread.
Became the planets.
Became us.
Now, may I ask,
What is wrong for me,
Wishing to continue,
Set those atoms free,
Perhaps creating something better than me?
Something who hasn't screwed up so much,
Something that could be useful,
And not so much of a deadbeat.
Maybe, that atom,
Could create another star you see.
Is it bad,
That I would prefer to know the cosmos,
Than live on this god-forsaken planet?
Is it so terrible for you,
To finally realize that all those nights I stayed awake,
The person I really needed was you.
And when you were nowhere to be found,
And nobody else was around,
Who was I to go to?
Am I really such a bad person,
For explaining the shit that's gone on with me,
And you say that I'm doing nothing,
Nothing other than talking behind your back?
Claiming I make this family look bad?
I'm sorry,
That I'd still prefer to die.
That's why I look in the sky,
As if it may be the last night I live.
I'm scared of the dark,
But I love the lights.
The stars look wonderful tonight.
May I join them?
