I wish upon a broken star,
That you were more than what you are.
A light that seemed so very bright,
Turned out so dim, dark as night.
And never once did I see a sign,
That we were based off, nothing but lies.
If love was here, where is it now?
Can I get it back? If so, how?
I wish upon a broken star,
That love is somewhere, not very far.
