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it rained stars


Am I wrong to wish to be saved

Am I wrong to long for an escape

Am I wrong to wonder about what I can have

Am I wrong to wait

 

Is there something sickly evil in me to sit for a hero

When I see my reflection all I see is a lie

A distressed story that can simply be erased

Is it selfish of me to claim this tale is my own

 

Was I too close to a falling sky

Wished a tragedy to befall, forgive me im just a girl long forgotten

Ignorance seeping into the veins of who believed

Right below a falling sky, I carried the world

 

Maybe nobody heard the stars tremble, or perhaps they were left to crash just to peirce me 

You and I will rush the night

Similarity in the lie that I told

Twisted pinkies and shared vows,

 

Little did you know that it was the hilt that struck my skin, never the blade

 

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