Shooting Star
I have nothing else in this world
But what's inside my head
All the pain, emotion and thoughts
Of the my loved ones, dead
But I know writing wont bring them back.
It always reminds me of who they are.
The time at the park, the time at the beach,
Bringing them back, I need a shooting star.
I write not to tell my life's story
I write to let others know they're not alone
Because I know I need help too
Or I wouldnt be dragging my knees on stone