We always try so hard to reach for the stars
But who cares when you do get to reach them?
I've been trying all these years to comfort myself
With constant brooding and thoughts of self-pity
"I want to have these, I want to experience these"
"I want to live like this, I want to be like this way"
It's all like that, whispering from my mouth

But then will I only end up being like this?
A shadow for other to trample on?
A dead leaf on the asphalt ignored till it becomes dust?

Maybe it's not yet my time to have those things
Or it could've been now, but fate has it postponed
How will I get past these claustrophobic thoughts?

Maybe it's time to stop letting those things get to me
I have to stop being envious of other people's world
I have to create my world myself, even if in pain
With stars that won't be so hard to reach
Because the stars that shine there
Will only shine for me.