Words from a shiny star,

Lulling my sadness to sleep.

I begun hoping without realising,

A faint dream I did not wish for.

What good does having feelings bring?

Nothing, I screamed;

Nothing but pain to my bowl.

I have long past the age of dreaming;

I am but a fool.

My loved ones sent me two bowls of rice,

In hopes that I keep on going,

In hopes that I never fall; never hurt.

I dare not let them down,

I dare not let out cries,

I hid my broken spoons,

the cracks in my bowls;

And I laughed.

All too clear,

All too clear,

Right from the start,

It was all too clear;

This was going nowhere.

All these colours,

Blinding neon lights.

My head hurts;

Oh how it throbbed.

It hurts. 

It hurts!

Why am I still here?

Why does the lights attract me so?

I do not belong here,

I cannot breathe,

I cannot breathe,

Whisper my name once more,

No, no more!

I can take it no longer;

Let me take my leave now.

if you could only see,

if you could only hear,

the words I could not say,

the words you could not feel,

trapped in this heart of mine.

I reached out my hands,

To you that grew distant.

oh how I tried!

but you could not see,

you could not feel,

this flower I grew for you.

all I wanted was a moment,

to laugh with you,

that which started as innocence,

but my heart wanted more.

it really was not enough,

to only look at me once.