So many different people, different types
Different how?Cause we look and dont see us?
Are we all supposed to look the same, maybe
But we don't and never will until we are all ash

So many ways to be an individual
Wither its physical, mental, emotional
We are all different in similar ways
Any option, think of it, believe in it

All I know is that life brings out people
That we will never be able to understand
That we will never be able to truly respect
Their will be assholes that fuck you over to see another person fall lower than them

Which way do you think it goes
Do the bad people show the good people
Or do the good bring out the bad
Because there is good in this world, out there

It is not just in people this happens
You can only see the stars at night
Only the stars come back, every night
But they might not be the same stars

Every star can represent a different you
But there are plenty of them that won't shine for you
So don't trust the stars, stay in the dark
Because in yourself is the brightest one for you