I once believed that our friendship was love.
I had always believed that it was possible.
We never said anything, never confessed,
But in my heart I still thought we could be perfect.

We used to watch the stars shoot across the sky,
Wishing on every little line of light we saw,
But the stars I saw in your eyes have dulled.
They don’t sparkle like they did that night.

It’s like our shooting stars are crashing down,
Out of wishes, out of luck.