Wishing on a Star

A tear falls down the side of my cheek, as the sun reflects off the tinted glass onto my cold, dull, ad pale skin. I sit here and wonder about where I went wrong. All of those sleepless restless nights. Crying myself to sleep 'til my head ached and my face burned with heat. Days go by where I just wish I had your guidance again, but even I know wishing on a star won't come true, and true love is just a myth.





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