My quarrel with the stars is,

I cannot reach them from here.

I lie with my hands to the sky,

Outstretched they seem so near.

Outshined by those around me,

I am but one small light.

Years fall away so quickly,

I have lost the will to fight.

I will become,

What you always wanted.

My strings undone,

My end has started.

I will be your fake,

I will be your mistake.