holding my hands to my head at nightnni'll wish upon fallen starsnnjust like we fell from eachothernni'll dream of perfectionnnbut my gray skied past stains a nnsky blue future of what could have beennnshould have been but never wasnnregrets line every page of this tattered booknnthis parchment stained with tearsnnunforgiving of the pastnnreflecting on my chosen pathnnrealizing broken things aren't beautifulnnbut you, you were beautiful to menndo you remember when what we had was beautiful?nnwe were beautiful together...nn...what have we got now?nnno, nothing, maybe memories?nnbut thats allnnall i will ever be now...nn....just a memorynni'll wish upon fallen starsnnjust like we fell from eachothernni'll dream of perfectionnnbut my gray skied past stains a nnsky blue future of what could have beennnshould have been but never wasn