Both of us are stars.
But we’re made from two different skies.
So we wouldn’t collide,
So we’d always seem to hide
from each other,
We’d never have a single light year to shine on each other’s life,
Nor share gases of tears with each other’s dying night.
We’re nothing but a speck of dust in the galaxy,
And one day we’d just face our end,
And one day we’d just wake up to this reality.