Sing to me,
An almost perfect melody,
The sound of Heaven mistuned,
In everything you ever do.
You lift me up then drop me down,
Laughing at my fading screams,
You know I don’t have wings.
Sings of love,
A power sent from high above,
From lips as cold as a stone,
And a heart that it’s never known.
Feeds on me,
To fuel narcissistic fantasies;
I tell you how lovely you are,
You tell me you know you’re a star.
Let me go,
This isn’t love and now I know,
You never knew me at all,
And I’ll never break your fall.
You tell me you know you’re a star…