maybe stars just don't shine as bright as she does; although if you tell her that she might not believe you. she'll just say your a silly little child with no real sense of direction because you took the wrong path and found the wrong broken angel - you found the wrong star.
she strums an A chord, but it's a foul sound - you know the one. the one that plays you asleep into your beautiful nightmares. she watches as you dream with your eyes wide shut and your heart slowly opening. she's a dreamer, too, but she dreams in pools of melancholy and nostalgia.
she's a dreamer you dared to forget and the fallen star you seem to have misplaced. she's creeping around corners looking for an excuse to be held in your arms - for