Can't I rewrite the stars?
Just to make up-to the scars
That were left because of a reason,
But I didn't know that it would lead to a treason
Why are we so afraid of showing our true selves?
Coz sometimes we think we may get hurt and rebel
Not to others but to our inner selves,
Blaming ourselves for just to adjust and dwell
We would blame those who live about stars,
For the mistakes we unknowingly created so afar
I just want to stop blaming me,
Or someone else for the agony
I just want to ask
Can't I rewrite the stars?