when I look up at the sky,
and admire a twinkly star,
it isn't a goodbye,
you're not off my radar
but to see that you,
you leave me worthless,
accuse me of things I didn't do,
it makes the sky an ugly circus.
how could you teach injustice,
if you never justify yourself,
take away you as a compass,
let me die on your carousel.
