I'm afraid I'm chasing the wrong star again,
Afraid of losing myself again.
Every time I reach out with hope in my eyes,
It feels like the truth wears a new disguise.
I give, I fall, I trust too soon,
Only to find I'm howling at the moon.
Is this love, or just another dream?
I tell myself it's not what it seems.
For some reason, I let my guard off,
'Cause I still chase the light,
And maybe one day, I'll get it right.