The Twisted Stars

 We are staring at you,                                                                                                                    

 But see you are not responding.                                                                                                            

What’s this chemistry,                                                                                                                     

With so much lightning.                                                                                                                   

Are you all twisted stars?

People cry at night by just staring at you,                                                                                                    

But still, you don’t answer,                                                                                                               

  You don’t care.                    

                                                                                                      

Is this your nature? Is this your chemistry?                                                                                                 

 Are you all twisted stars? 

The myth of loved ones are attached with you,                                                                                             

  They are mortal, they die,                                                                                                               

  They become you,                                                                                                                       

 People stare at you,                                                                                                                     

 Hey! Are you all friends?                                                                                                                

  Are you all twisted stars?

We close our eyes,                                                                                                                     

 We make a wish,                                                                                                                        

And with a lightning stick,                                                                                                                

You do a magic spell,                                                                                                                   

Yeah, that was stars do,

The "twisted stars".

You cough and then vanish,                                                                                                               

I know the problem,                                                                                                                     

It’s us who make you fear,                                                                                                                

 But still, someone does appear,

Bright and shine,                                                                                          

  Then we all say, they are mine!                                                                                                             

Are you all-stars?                                                                                                                       

Yeah, maybe a little bit twisted.