Here i am, sitting on this window-sill. Gazing at the stars that now i can't reach, the stars that always amazed me when i look up into the no mooned sky. All the stars that twinkle, the stars that now i can't reach. I always use to be able to, that is until you left. Now they sit there mocking me in such a way that i can't take. I hate it in some ways, in others it disgusts me. I still love you, of course, but now i know you don't feel the same way. But OK, I'll just sit here and gaze at the stars, that now i can't reach.