I’m staring at the dark skies
Breathing the fresh air.
Looking at a thousand stars
I understand now, I’m aware.
Cover the matte ones –
Those stars that are almost invisible.
And it makes me doubt
If I ever get a chance
To start over?
Will I ever recieve any forgiveness?
But the matte stars
Still hidden buy the shiny ones.
They’ll always remember the wrong I’ve done.
No matter how I try
Nobody gonna forgive me, no one.
Good things are fading away.
But the blinding lights of my mistakes
Are here to stay.