Dying Star

 

Why did you come to me

As moths drawn to a flame

As men drawn to disaster

Slowly burning up inside

To die to know the other

The one that sheds the light

For it hurts to much to shine

But they don’t know

That the flame is dying

And the disenchantment is soon

Then will swarm around blackened tinsels

Broken dreams and broken girls

They tried to catch the flame

The beauty of a dying star

Most glorious near death

And you can’t save her