In a box under my bed
I've kept them safe from all the world
And every one wished upon in some way
But that never works out.
Burning bright, then burning out,
Disappear and then fall down.
Are they special or just broken?
Dying or moving on? am I always wrong?
Did you see it? there's another one right there
And it's falling 'cause it's finished being a star.
Can you feel it? does it mean as much to you?
Honestly am I that wrong?
Is it me every time?
Show me how to take this as you go on and on.
