The universe is indeed a strange thing
So erratic and chaotic, yet filled with beauty
Yet beauty can hide the greatest evil
For it is a very protecting veil
But with my lesson learned
With me, the cover of beauty will fail
I sit outside for hours staring at the stars
As a tear rolls down my face
Something inside is desperately pulling
Desperate for a perfect place
From the moon, looking at Earth
Does it not look perfect as well?
But when you get to this "perfect place"
You get a living hell
So when I look at the stars
I box up that irresistible lure
I look up at those "perfect" stars
That never will be and never were
Don't shine on me with that fake light
Don't try to trick me with that beauty
And when I lay my head down to cry
Don't whisper comfort to me
