She never liked the stars,
She loved the idea of it
When they were art from afar
Only her brushes could sense it
~
You don't know that I like you
But you don't know a lot of things
Like how I used to protect you
When you said that you hated me
And it hurts looking at the sky
Knowing you look at it too.
Because you know I admire them,
(But not the way I admire you.)
