I rearranged the stars
To make them spell your name.
And I waited so long
For the day when you would write mine.
But that day never came.
When I asked you why,
You said my name was far too long,
So there was no point in trying,
To move the stars was asking way too much.
So now each night,
I look up at the sky and remember
Nothing I could ever do will make you love me
As much as I love you.












