It was a long fought match but I loss the fight.
To love is to give up your pride.
Some stars are to high to reach.
Its sometimes your heart that barries you deep.
Now I am standing alone on a crowded street.
Because the thorns on the rose stabed to far.
Wounds do heal but then turn into scars.
And this scar is my badge of defeat.
The pain is so strong it makes me collaps to the ground.
But the people don't stop they just walk around.
Gasping for breath I look up into the air.
And notice that my star is no longer there.