They say that stars are arrogant.
That they know that they are beautiful,
And shine so bright because of it.
They say that the stars cannot help it,
Being the way that they are.
They can'tresist showing off a little.
I have heard the rumors, heard
The tales that they shove down
The gentle throats of children.
I know what we are supposed to believe.
I know, I know, I know.
But the stars, they draw me in a way
That I cannot describe.
The stories may be true, but I -
I cannot believe them.
Not for a second.
And if, for that, I am condemned?
So be it.