If stars do exist,
I could bury my present
I could clean off my wrist
I could build a new tent
I could give another wish

If stars do exist,
I could swallow the negativities
I could clear out the mist
I could forget my tragedies
I could make a better list

If stars do exist,
I could still be fixed
I could finally be released
I could touch what's above
I could fly like a dove

But if stars really do exist,
what happened then to all my wishes?