They say some things are written in the stars.
Lately I really question us.
Will we make it?
It’s a cold and starry night.
I’m drenched in tears.
I lift my head and look at the stars above.
Can they predict our future?
Can they tell me that it will be okay again?
Seems like the stars are speechless,
astonished just like me.
How could I ruin us that much?!
Hurt us that much?!
Damage us that much?!
Suddenly I feel so stupid,
Gazing at a sky that has no answers.