What Will Be Left Behind

i tried collecting just the thing that were missing
but the spaces in my heart just keep getting bigger
even if light were to exist in this world
its probably not in the cards for me
i may be ugly, i may be awkward
but someday, i'll fly away from here
using the red star as my guide
i'll go to a place no one has ever seen

if there's something you want, use any mean necessary
thats the rule and that's how i've lived
no one, not anyone
did me the favor of telling me the truth

i have no expectation of warmth from people
what'll be left in the end is just me alone