I guess I just don’t owe you much,
I only have my soul.
Once it was hurt; it has a crutch.
That’s how you found my sole.

You might be rich, you might be cool,
But you don’t feel alive.
You think I am a simple fool.
Your sky just has a rive.

Look at the stars, do you have some?
Why don’t you speak to them,
You know that yours can be not dun.
One say each is a gem.

Somehow I feel I am a star,
I’m just not very bright.
And maybe I don’t have a scar.
My pain absorbed my light.

Don’t come to me, you do not fly,
Your wings burnt in the fame.
You’ll see me even when I die,
But you won’t know my name.