Universal Theme

Hi. I'm half. And i'm the man i used to be.
I'm what I chose to be, i'm who I have to be.

Hi, i'm half and i'm stuck like I used to be, i'm the man I used to be.

The satellites are brighter thsn the stars. They're closer, that's all.

Closer, and what if they fall?

I'm not wishing on a star, sublime as it may be. I'm wishing on a network to bring your message to me.

This aint healthy, picturing you with a guy.
This fairy tail brag is a figment, a lie.

Could we be any different? Yet what do we need?

These feelings of passion, of delusion, outrage - spawned by chemicals, I know.

My fear for you more than a proud throb in my bone.
I swear.
But let's get out, away from our shame.

This can't be healthy - these feelings, these thoughts.

We're both living a lie, and whta if we're caught? Living a lie, forgetting what we were taught