The stars have their own story.
Maybe they didn't want to be just stars.
Maybe that twinkling dot far in the sky had dreams of becoming someone's sun.
Maybe,
Maybe the stars aren't really stars.
Maybe they are fireflies stuck in the sky.
Maybe they are helium lanterns that are just floating out there.
Maybe,
Maybe they are actually inside our eyes,
and they are just being projected into the night sky.
Maybe,
Maybe they are really stars.
But when i see you,
I am compelled to believe they are just projections sent out from the eyes at the night sky.
Cause i see stars, every time i see your eyes.
