There you'll be,
In front of me
Again
Tonight
And maybe of I'm lucky 
More than twice.

But what is the point in
Really caring?

Because 
No matter what,
Darkness always finds,
It's way.
Then again
It's you
That brings out the stars.

Little wishers

Millions and millions
of hopes
and poured out dreams,
And broken hearts not mended.
If I could 
Lead a double life,
I'd take a chance,
And confirm,
That the stars are only decorations.